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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMidnight Special
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ringAnd they march you to the table to see the same old thingAin't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the panBut you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the manLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on meYonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she woreUmbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her handShe come to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her manLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on meIf you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the rightYou better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at allOr the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you downThe next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison boundLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me
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