| Lyrics: | Midnight Special
(Leadbelly)
Well you wake up in the morning.
Hear
the ding dong ring,
You go a-marching to the table,
See the same damn thing;
Well,
it's on a one table,
Knife, a fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about
it,
You're in trouble with the man.
cho: Let the midnight special
Shine
her light on me;
Let the midnight special
Shine her ever-loving light on
me.
If you ever go to Houston.
You better walk right;
You better not
stagger,
You better not fight;
Sheriff Benson will arrest you,
He'll carry you
down,
And if the jury finds you guilty,
Penitentiary bound.
Yonder come little
Rosie,
How in the world do you know,
l can tell her by her apron,
And the dress she
wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,
Piece of paper in her hand,
She goes a-marching to
the captain,
Says, "I want my man."
"I don' believe that Rosie loves me"
"Well
tell me why"
She ain't been to see me
Since las' July.
She brought me little
coffee
She brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever'thing
But the jailhouse
key.
Yonder comes Doctor Adams
"How in the world do you know?"
Well he gave me
a tablet
The day befo'
There ain't no doctor
In all the lan'
Can cure the
fever
Of a convict man.
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