General CommentI found this on another site. The next thing you know, boy, oh, you're prison bound Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right She come to see the governor, she want to free her man Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?īy the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin' light on me Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ringĪnd they march you to the table, you see the same old thingĪin't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the panīut you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
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