Well you wake up in the morning.

Hear the ding dong ring,

You go a-marching to the table,

See the same damn thing;

Well, it's on a one table,

Knife, a fork and a pan,

And if you say anything about it,

You're in trouble with the man.



cho: Let the midnight special

Shine her light on me;

Let the midnight special

Shine her ever-loving light on me.



If you ever go to Houston.

You better walk right;

You better not stagger,

You better not fight;

Sheriff Benson will arrest you,

He'll carry you down,

And if the jury finds you guilty,

Penitentiary bound.



Yonder come little Rosie,

How in the world do you know,

l can tell her by her apron,

And the dress she wore.

Umbrella on her shoulder,

Piece of paper in her hand,

She goes a-marching to the captain,

Says,