The Midnight Special - Gillian Welch/Dave Rawlings Machine/Willie Watson

作词：Traditional/Willie Watson

Yonder comes Miss Rosie

How in the world do you know

Well I know her by the apron and the dress she wore

Umbrella on her shoulder a piece of paper in her hand

Well she's callin' that good love turn a-loose my man

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me

When you gets up in the morning

When that big bell ring

You go marching to the table

You see the same darn thing

Knife and fork are on the table

Ain't nothing in my pan

Say anything about it

Have a trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me

Well jumping Little Judy she was a mighty fine girl

Well Judy brought jumping to this whole round world

Well she brought it in the morning

Just a while before day

She brought me the news that my wife was dead

That started me to grieving I'm gonna hollering and crying

And I began to worry about my very long time

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me

So if you ever go to Houston boy you better walk right

And you better not squabble and you better not fight

Benson Crocker will arrest you

Jimmy Boone will take you down

And you can bet your bottom dollar

You're penitentiary bound

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me

Oh let Midnight Special ho

Shine her light on me

Oh let Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me

Oh let Midnight Special

Shine her light on me

Oh let Midnight Special

Shine her ever-lovin' light on me