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Midnight Special (Leadbetter) Yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know I can tell her by her apron and the dress that she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand I heard her tell the captain turn loose my man Chorus: Let the midnight special shine it's light me Oh, let the midnight special shine it's everlasting light on me When you get up in the morning when that big bell rings You go marching to the table, you see the same old thing Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothin in my pan And you say a word about it you get in trouble with the man If you ever go to Houston, boy, you'd better walk right And you better not gamble, and you better not fight 'Cuz Benson Crocker will arrest you and Jimmy Boone will take you down And you bet your bottom dollar that your Sugarland bound Well, jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine gal She brought jumpin' to the whole round world Well, she brought it in the morning just awhile before day Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead That started me to grieven whoppin', hollerin' and cryin' That started me to thinkin' 'bout my great long time -------------------------------- an other version: -------------------------------- Well you wake up in the 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 (chorus) 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 Yonder come little Rosie How in the world do you know l can tell her by her apron And the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand She goes a-marching to the captain Says, "I want my man." "I don't believe that Rosie loves me" "Well tell me why" She ain't been to see me Since las' July She brought me little coffee She brought me little tea Brought me damn near ever'thing But the jailhouse key Yonder comes Doctor Adams "How in the world do you know?" Well he gave me a tablet The day befo' There ain't no doctor In all the lan' Can cure the fever Of a convict man. |