You get up in the mornin'
You hear the ding dong ring
Now you look upon the table
You see the same darn thing
You find no food upon the table
No pork up in the pan
But if you say a thing about it
You'll be in trouble with the man
Ah, let the Midnight Special
shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special
shine it's ever lovin' light on me
Now if you're ever in Houston
Oh, you better walk right
Ah, you better not gamble, boy
I say you better not fight
Well now the sheriff he'll grab you
And the boys will pull you down
And then before you know it
You're penitentiary bound
Ah, let the Midnight Special
shine her her light on me, woooooooo
Let the Midnight Special
shine it's ever lovin' light on me
Here comes Miss Lucy
How in the world do you know
I can tell by her apron
And by the clothes she wore
An umbrella on her shoulder
She got a paper in her hand
She gonna see the Warden
To try to free her man
So let the Midnight Special
shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special
shine it's ever lovin' light on me
I said, let the Midnight Special
shine her light on me, woooooooo
Oh, let the Midnight Special
shine its ever lovin' light on me
