Creedence The Midnight Special Lyrics:
Well you wake up in the mornin´ you hear the
work bell ring And they march you to the table to
see the same old thing. Ain´t no food upon
the table and no pork up in the pan. But you
better not complain boy you get in trouble with
the man.

Let the midnight special shine a light on me Let
the midnight special shine a light on me Let the
midnight special shine a light on me Let the
midnight special shine a everlovin´ light on
me.

Yonder come miss rosie, how in the world did you
know? By the way she wears her apron, and the
clothes she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, piece
of paper in her hand; She come to see the
gov´nor, she wants to free her man.

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Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, Let
the midnight special shine a light on me, Let the
midnight special shine a everlovin´ light on
me.

If you´re ever in houston, well, you better
do the right; You better not gamble, there, you
better not fight, at all Or the sheriff will grab
ya and the boys will bring you down. The next
thing you know, boy, oh! you´re prison
bound.

Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, Let
the midnight special shine a light on me, Let the
midnight special shine a everlovin´ light on
me.

Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, Let
the midnight special shine a light on me, Let the
midnight special shine a everlovin´ light on
me.
Lyrics: The Midnight Special, Creedence [end]