You get up in the mornin' You hear the ding dong ring Yeah, 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 its ever-lovin' light on me Oh, if you're ever in a Houston Oh, you better walk right Ah, you better not gamble boy I say you better not fight You know the sheriff, he'll grab you And the boys will pull you down And then before you know it now You're penitentiary bound Ah, let the midnight special Shine her light on me Ah, let the midnight special Shine its 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 A paper in her hand She's gonna see the warden To try to free her man Ah, let the midnight special Shine her light on me, oh yeah Ah, let the midnight special Shine its ever-lovin' light on me I said, "Let the midnight special Shine her light on me Uh, let the midnight special Shine its ever-lovin' light on me"