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