(Traditional - Arrangement by J. Fogerty)
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Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring
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And they march you to the table to see the same old thing
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Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan
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But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
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Chorus:
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Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me
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Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
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By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore
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Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
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She come to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her man
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Chorus
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If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right
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You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all
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Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
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The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound
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Chorus
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Chorus
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The Midnight Special
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| Creedence Clearwater Revival |
