If you evah go to Houston,You better walk right;You better not gambleAnd you better not fight.T. Bentley will arrest you,He'll surely take you down;Judge Nelson'll sentence you,Then you're jailhouse bound.
O let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special Shine a evah lovin' light on me!
Every Monday mawnin',When the ding-dong rings,You go to the table,See the same damn things;And on the table,There's a knife an' pan,Say anything about it,Have trouble with a man.
O let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special Shine a evah lovin' light on me!
Yondah come Miss Rosy;Oh, how do you know?By th' umbrella on her shoulderAn' the dress that she woah!Straw hat on her head,Piece of paper in her hand,Says, "Look here, Mr. Jailer,I want's my life-time man."
O let the Midnight Special Shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special Shine a evah lovin' light on me!
