You get up in the mornin'

You here the ding dong ring

Now you look upon the table

You see the same darn thing

You find no food upon the table

No pork up in the pan

But if you say a thing about it

You'll be in trouble with the man



Ah, let the midnight special shine her light on me

Oh, let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me



Now if you're ever in a Houston

Oh, you better walk right

Ah, you better not gamble boy

I say you better not fight

Well now the sheriff he'll grab you

And the boys will pull you down

And then before you know it

You're penitentiary bound



Ah, let the midnight special shine her light on me, wooo

Let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me



------ lead guitar ------



Here comes Miss Lucy

How in the world do 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 gonna see the warden

To try to free her man



So, let the midnight special shine her light on me

Oh, let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me

I said, let the midnight special shine her light on me-ee

Oh, let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin' light on me