Paul Evans - Midnite Special lyrics

Well, you wake up in the mornin', boy You hear the ding dong ring Then you look upon the table, boy You see the same darn thing You find no food upon the table, boy There's no pork up in the pan But you better not complain, boy You get in trouble with the man And the Midnite Special Shine its light on me Let the Midnite Special Shine its everlovin' light on me Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, boy How in the world you know By the way she wears her apron, boy And the clothes she wore The umbrella on her shoulder Piece of paper in her hand Well, she come to see the gov'nor She wants to free her man And the Midnite Special Shine its light on me Let the Midnite Special Shine its everlovin' light on me Well, if you're ever in Houston, boy Well, you better do right You better not gamble, boy And you better not fight For the sheriff will grab you And the boys will pull you down And the next thing you know, boy You're prison bound And the Midnite Special Shine its light on me Let the Midnite Special Shine its everlovin' light on me