Let the Midnight Special Songtext
von The Weavers

Oh, let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Oh, let the midnight special shine her everlovin′ light on me

Now you wake up in the morning, you'll hear the ding dong ring
And you go marching to the table, you see the same old thing
Well it′s sittin' on the table, a knife, a fork, and a pan
If you say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin′ light on me


Well, if you ever go to Houston, then you better walk right
And you have better not stagger and you had better not fight
Because the sheriff will arrest you, he′s gonna take you down
And you can bet your bottom dollar, you're penitentiary bound

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin′ light on me

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, tell me, how do you know?
I know by the color of her apron and the dress she wore

Well, she brought me a little coffee
And she brought me a little tea
That girl brought me nearly everything
Except the jailhouse key

Oh let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh let the midnight special shine her everlovin' light on me