You  get  up  in  the  mornin',  you  hear  the  ding  dong  ring

  Now  you  look  up  on  the  table,  you  see  the  same  darn  thing.

    You  find  no  food  upon  the  table,  and  no  pork  up  in  the  pan.

    But  if  you  say  a  thing  about  it,  you  be  in  trouble  with  the  man.

    Ah  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  a  light  on  me

    Oh  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  its  ever  lovin'  light  on  me

    Now  if  you're  ever  in  Houston,  oh,  you  better  walk  right

    Aw,  you  better  not  gamble  boy,  I  say  you  better  not  fight

    Or  the  sheriff  he  will  grab  you  and  the  boys  will  pull  you  down.

    And  then  before  you  know  it,  you're  penitentary  bound.

    Ah  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  a  light  on  me,  （woooo）

  Let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  its  ever  lovin'  light  on  me

    Here  comes  miss  Lucy,  how  in  the  world  did  you  know?

    I  can  tell  by  her  apron,  and  by  the  clothes  she  wore.

    An  umbrella  on  her  shoulder,  she  got  a  paper  in  her  hand

    She  come  to  see  the  warden,  to  try  to  free  her  man.

    So  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  a  light  on  me

    Ah  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  its  everlovin'  light  on  me.

  I  said  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  a  light  on  me

    Ah  let  the  Midnight  Special  shine  its  everlovin'  light  on  me.