Standard (EADGBE)
Well, you wake up in the mornin'
Y ou hear the work bell ring
A nd they march you to the table
Yo u see the same old thing
Ai n't no food upon the table
An d no fork up in the pan
Bu t you'd better not complain, boy
Yo u'll get in trouble with the man
(now speed up tempo and strum continuously; all subsequent verses have
same pattern as chorus)
Chorus
Le t the midnight special
Sh ine the light on me
Le t the midnight special
Sh ine the light on me
Le t the midnight special
Sh ine the light on me
Le t the midnight special
Sh ine the ever-lovin' light on me
Verse 2
Yonder come Miss Rosie
How in the world did you know
By the way she wears her apron
And the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
Piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the gov'nor
She wanna free her man
(chorus)
Verse 3
If you're ever in Houston
Ooh, you'd better do right
You'd better not gamble
And you'd better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya
And the boys'll bring you down
The next thing you know, boy
Ooh, you're prison-bound