Well, you wake up in the mornin', You hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan. But you better not complain, boy, You get in trouble with the man.
CHORUS: Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' 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 wants to free her man.
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If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right; You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down. The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound.
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According to one story, the song originated from the Mississippi State Penitentiary in Parchman, Mississippi. It was said that the train could be seen at night from the prison fields. The train was nicknamed the Midnight Special because it carried "female visitors" for Sunday visits to the inmates. At night time it was believed that if the light of the train shone on you, one of the ladies on the train would be visiting you that night.