Well, you wake up in the mornin' You hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table You see the same old thing Ain't no food upon the table And no fork up in the pan But you'd better not complain, boy You'll get in trouble with the man Let the midnight special Shine the light on me Let the midnight special Shine the light on me Let the midnight special Shine the light on me Let the midnight special Shine the ever-lovin' light on me Yonder come Miss Rosie How in the world did you know By the way she wears her apron And the clothes she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She come to see the gov'nor She wanna free her man REFRÃO If you're ever in Houston Ooh, you'd better do right You'd better not gamble And you'd better not fight Or the sheriff will grab ya And the boys'll bring you down The next thing you know, boy Ooh, you're prison-bound