All those black cats talk about
Is a train coming round the bend
And when it comes
It's going to be the end
It's the special that comes at midnight
To get the weary and the lame
And you only get one chance
It won't be back again
And it's got a white light up the front
And behind you can hear the bell
And pretty soon it's going to take me
Out of this Hell
Because when you're breaking your back
They tell you you've got to smile
And make it all worthwhile
Yeah, but I'm on the right track
It's just a mile, it's just a while away
I think I hear that train a'coming
I've got my ticket right here in my hand
And soon I'll be in the Promised Land
And I think I hear the Gospel Band
Get on board the Midnight Special
Get on board the Midnight Special
But what about the sinner man?
Well it had tongues of fire
That were climbing higher
And wheels like a dynamo
It grew so big
Lord I grew so low
And all around the ground it shook
But they didn't even look
And it's starting to rain
I've got to go back again
Because the train left me behind
Ain't nothing special
(get on board the Midnight Special)
There ain't nothing special
(get on board the Midnight Special
Get on board)
There's nothing special in this world
Ain't nothing special
(oo oo no Midnight Special)
No Midnight Special
(oo oo no Midnight Special)
There's nothing special in this world
Yeah
And its light like a fire glowed
And steam like frozen snow
And it pa**ed me by
And I watched it go
It grew so big I grew so low
And just like my life
It comes and goes
And thorns always growing with the rose
So I cut off my face to spite my nose
I cut off my legs just to spite my toes
And I cut off my chains
And I took off my woes
And I took off my worries
Yeah but out of the ashes
No Phoenix rose, girl
(get on board the Midnight Special)
There ain't nothing special
(get on board the Midnight Special
Get on board)
Hey, there's nothing special in this world
There ain't nothing special
(oo oo no Midnight Special)
No Midnight Special
(oo oo no Midnight Special)
There's nothing special in this world