You get up in the mornin'   You hear the ding dong ring   Now you look upon the table   You see the same darn thing      You find no food upon the table   No pork up in the pan   But if you say a thing about it   You'll be in trouble with the man      Ah, let the midnight special   Shine her light on me   Oh, let the midnight special   Shine its ever-lovin' light on me      Now if you're ever in a Houston   Oh, you better walk right   Ah, you better not gamble boy   I say you better not fight      Well now the sheriff, he'll grab you   And the boys will pull you down   And then before you know it   You're penitentiary bound      Ah, let the midnight special   Shine her light on me   Let the midnight special   Shine its ever-lovin' light on me      Here comes Miss Lucy   How in the world do you know   I can tell by her apron   And by the clothes she wore      An umbrella on her shoulder   She got a paper in her hand   She gonna see the warden   To try to free her man      So, let the midnight special   Shine her light on me   Oh, let the midnight special   Shine its ever-lovin' light on me      I said, "Let the midnight special   Shine her light on me   Oh, let the midnight special   Shine its ever-lovin' light on me"