Testo:
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
cho: 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' 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
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
cho: 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' 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
