Well you woke up in the morning
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hear the big bell ring,
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you go marching to the table
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see the same damn thing
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Well its on a one table
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knife and fork and a pan
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And if you say a thing about it
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youre in trouble with the man
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine her light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine her ever
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lovin light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine her ever
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lovin light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine her ever
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lovin light on me
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If you ever go to Houston
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youd better walk right
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and you better not stagger
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and you better not fight
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Cause the sheriff will
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arrest you
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and hell carry you down
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and you can bet your bottom
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dollar youre Sugarl and bound
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so Let the Midnight Special
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shine her light on me
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Let the Minding Special
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shine her ever lovin
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light on me
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<interlude>
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Yonder come miss Rosie
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how in the world did you know?
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By the way she wears her apron
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and the clothes she wore
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Umbrella on her shoulder
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piece of paper in her hand
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She come to see the govnor
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she wants to free her man
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so Let the Midnight Special
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shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine a everlovin light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine a light on me
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Let the Midnight Special
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shine a light on me
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Midnight Special
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| Harry Belafonte |
