Type: Prison Song, Folk Tune
Origin: Illinois, USA
Yonder come Miss Rosie
How in the world do you know?
Well I know about her apron
And the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
Well I'm gonna ask the gov'ner
He-turna-loosa-my-man
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever-lovely light on me
Well you get up in the morning
When that big bell rings
Well you march off to the table
You see the same damn thing
Ain't no pork up on the table
Ain't nothing in my pan
But if you say anything about it
You get in trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever-lovely light on me
Well if you're ever in Houston
Lord you better walk right
Well you better not squabble
And you better not fight
Sheriff Rocko will arrest you
Eddie Boone will bring you down
You can bet your bottom dollar
You're penitentiary bound
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever-lovely light on me
Well jumpy little Judy
She was a mighty fine girl
Well Judy brought jumpin'
To this whole round world
Well she brought it in the evening
And she brought in the day
She brought me the news
That my wife was dead
Then I started me a grievin'
And a hollerin' and a cryin'
Then I had to give the worry, about a been a long time
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine it's ever-lovely light on me
