Midnight Special - Huddie Ledbetter

Yonder comes Miss Rosie/

How in the world do you know?/

Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore./

Umbrella on her shoulder,/

Piece of paper in her hand,/

Well, I’m callin?

that Captain,/

«Turn a-loose my man."/

Chorus

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me./

Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin?

light on me./

When you gets up in the morning,/

When that big bell ring./

You go marching to the table/

You meet the same old thing./

Knife and fork are on the table/

Ain’t nothing in my pan./

And if you say a thing about it/

You have a trouble with the man./

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If you ever go to Houston,/

Boys, you better walk right,/

And you better not squabble/

And you better not fight./

Benson Crocker will arrest you,/

Jimmy Boone will take you down./

You can bet your bottom dollar/

That you’re Sugarland bound./

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Well, jumping Little Judy,/

She was a mighty fine girl./

She brought jumping/

To the whole round world./

Well, she brought it in the morning/

Just a while before day./

Well, she brought me the news/

That my wife was dead./

That started me to grieving,/

Whooping, hollering, and crying./

And I began to worry/

About my great long time.

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