Midnight special
Well you wake up in morning Hear the ding dong ring You go a-marching to the table See the same damn thing Well, it's on a one table Knife, a fork and a pan And if you say anything about it You're in trouble with the man Let the midnight special Shine her light on me Let the midnight special Shine her ever loving light on me If you ever go to Houston You better walk right You better not stagger You better not fight Sheriff Benson will arrest you He'll carry you down And if the jury finds you guilty Penitentiary bound * Refrain Yonder come little Rosie How in the world do you know I can tell her by her apron And the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Plece of paper in her hand She goes a-marching to the captain Says I want my man * Refrain