Well, if you're ever down in Houston, boy, you better walk right.
You better not gamble, you better not fight.
Sheriff's men will arrest you, boys, they'll sure take you down.
Bet your bottom dollar, you're Sugar Land bound.
Let the midnight special shine a light on me.
Let the midnight special shine a level of light on me.
Well, they get you in the morning when that big bell rings.
They march you to the table, it's the same old thing.
Fork and spoon are on the table, boys, ain't no ham in my pan.
Say anything about it, you got trouble with the man.
Let the midnight special shine a light on me.
Let the midnight special shine a level of light on me.
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yonder come miss rosie how the world do i know well i know her by her apron and the clothes she
wore umbrella on her shoulder boys piece of paper in her hand she been to see the governor
she come to get her man let the midnight special shine a light on me
let the midnight special shine every loving light on me
let midnight special shine a light on me
let the midnight special shine every loving light on me
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