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   Ain't no pork up in the pan   But you better not complain, boy   You'll get in trouble with the man      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 an 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      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 an everlovin' light on me      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      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 an everlovin' light on me