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You get up in the mornin', you hear the ding dong ring |
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Now you look up on the table, you see the same darn thing |
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You find no food upon the table and no pork up in the pan |
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But if you say a thing about it, you be in trouble with the man |
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Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me |
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Oh, let the Midnight Special shine its everlovin' light on me |
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Now if you're ever in Houston, oh, you better walk right |
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Aw, you better not gamble boy, I say you better not fight |
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Or the sheriff he will grab you, and the boys will pull you down |
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And then before you know it, you're penitentary bound |
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Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special shine its everlovin' light on me |
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Here comes Miss Lucy, how in the world did you know? |
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I can tell by her apron and by the clothes she wore |
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An umbrella on her shoulder, she got a paper in her hand |
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She come to see the warden to try to free her man |
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So, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me |
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Ah, let the Midnight Special shine its everlovin' light on me |
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I said, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me |
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Ah, let the Midnight Special shine its everlovin' light on me |
