D5 G5
Well, you wake up in the mornin'
D5
You hear the work bell ring
A5
And they march you to the table
D5
You see the same old thing
G5
Ain't no food upon the table
D5
And no fork up in the pan
A5
But you'd better not complain, boy
D5
You'll get in trouble with the man
(now speed up tempo and strum continuously; all subsequent verses have
same pattern as chorus)
CHORUS:
G5
Let the midnight special
D5
Shine the light on me
A5
Let the midnight special
D5
Shine the light on me
G5
Let the midnight special
D5
Shine the light on me
A5
Let the midnight special
D5
Shine the ever-lovin' light on me
Verse 2:
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
(chorus)
Verse 3:
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
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