The Midnight Special Songtext
von Odetta

Well, you wake up in the mornin′
Hear the ding-dong-a-ring
You go a-marchin' to the table
You see the same old thing
Well, it′s all on one table
Knife, a fork and a pan
And if you say a thing about it
You're in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a ever-lovin' light on me


If you ever go to Houston
Man, you better walk right
You better not stagger
Hell, no, you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you
He′ll carry you down
And if the jury finds you guilty
You′re penitentiary-bound

Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a ever-lovin' light on me

Hey, yonder comes Miss Rosie
How in the world did you know?
Well, I know her by her apron
And the dress she wore
Umb′rell on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She goes a-walkin' to the captain
Say, "Turn-a loose-a my man"

Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine a ever-lovin′ light on me