Update 2002-07-19
Well you wake up in morning
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
Ain't no fork 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 ever-lovin' on me
Yonder come little Rosie
How in the world do 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 (warden)
Says wants to free her man
* Refrain
If you're ever in Houston
Well, you better do right
You better not gamble
There, you better not fight
Or the Sheriff will grab ya
And the boys will bring you down
AThe next thing you know boy
Oh You're prison bound (or penitentiary bound)
* Refrain