Midnight Special Blues

So let the Midnight Special shine your light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-livin' lights on me

Then you get up in the mornin', when the ding-dong ring, Lord
You'll make it to the table, see the same old thing
Ain't nothin' on the table but the forks in the pan, Lordy
You say anything about it you have trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine your light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-lovin' lights on me

Yonder come a-little Nora, how do you know?
I know by the ap'on and the dress she wear
Umbarella over 'er shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
Lookin' for some sergeant to release her man

You get up in the mornin', when the ding-dong ring
You make it to the table, see the same old thing
If y' say anything about it, you have trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine your light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-lovin' lights on me

Yonder come a-little Nora, how do you know?
I know by the ap'on and the dress she wear
Umbarella over 'er shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
Lookin' for some sergeant to release her man

Let the Midnight Special shine your light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-lovin' lights on me

Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-lovin' lights on me