Traditional
Well, you wake up in the mornin'
You hear the big bell ring
And when you get down to the table
It's the same damn thing
Knife and fork is on the table, woo
Ain't nothin' in the pan
And if you says a word about it
You're in trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Well if you ever go to Houston, Texas
Oh you better walk right
Oh well you better not quarrel
And you better not fight
Sheriff Johnson will arrest you
Oh he'll take you on down
And you can bet your bottom dollar
You're penitentiary 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 light on me
Well, yonder come [little Rosie]/[Winnie Mandela]
How in the world do you know?
Well, I can tell her by her apron
Or the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, woo
Piece of paper in her hand
She gonna write to the gov'nor
To turn loose her 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 light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me