| Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know
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| Well I knows by your apron and the dress she wore
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| Umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand
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| Well she gonna see the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man
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| Let the midnight special, shine its light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Now when you get up in the mornin', when that big bell ring
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| You go and march to the table, and it’s the sam damn thing
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| Knives and forks are on the tabl, ain’t nothin' in my pan
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| You say anything about it, have trouble with the man
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| Let the midnight special, shine its light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl
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| Now Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world
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| Well she brought it in the mornin', just right before day
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| She brought me the news, that my wife was dead
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| Which started me to grievin', I done hollered and cried
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| Then I begun to worry about a been a long time
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| Let the midnight special, shine it light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Let the midnight special, ooh, shine it light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| So if you ever go to Houston, boys you better walk right
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| And you better not stagger and you better not fight
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| Sheriff Broxton will arrest you, Eddie Boone will take you down
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| And you can bet your bottom dollar, you’re penitentiary bound
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| Let the midnight special, shine it light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine it light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me
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| Let the midnight special, ooh, shine its light on me
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| Let the midnight special, shine its ever-lovin' light on me |