Yonder comin' Miss Rosie
How in the world do you know?
Well, I know by her apron and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
"Well, I'm goin' and ask the governor he turn a-loose my man"
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
When you gets up in the mornin', when that big bell ring
You go to marchin' to the table, meet the same damn thing
Knife and fork are on the table, there's nothing in my pan
And if you say anything about it, you have a trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
Well, I went into the nation and the territo
Well, I thought about the girl I love, in that Mexico
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
If you ever go to Houston
Boy, you better walk right
And you better not squabble, and you better not fight
Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down
You can bet your bottom dollar, penitentiary bound
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me
Well, jumpin' Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl
Well, Judy brought jumpin' to this whole round world
Well, she brought it in the mornin', just a while before day
She brought me the news that my wife was dead
That started me to grievin', whoopin', hollerin', and cryin'
And I began to worry about a great long time
Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me