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CCR cover “The Midnight Special“ Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table, you 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 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 wear 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 want 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 a everlovin' light on me If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right You better not gamble, there, and better not fight at all Or the sheriff he'll grab ya and the boys'll 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 a everlovin' 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 light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me
