Midnight Special

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

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

I 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\