Steve Hofmeyr - The Midnight Special

Steve Hofmeyr - The Midnight Special Lyric

Well, you wake up in the mornin'
You hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table
You see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table
Ain't no pork up in the pan
But you beter not complain, boy
You'll get in trouble with the man
Let the midinght special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine an ever lovin' light on me
Yonder comes miss Rosie
How in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron
And the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She's comin' to see the Gov'ner
She wants to free her man
Let the midinght special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine an ever lovin' light on me
If you're ever in Houston
Well, you beter do it right
You better not gamble
And you better not fight
Or the Sheriff will grab ya
And the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy
Ah, you're prison bound
Let the midinght special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine an ever lovin' light on me
Let the midinght special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine a light on me
Let the midnight special, shine an ever lovin' light on me