| Song | The Midnight Special |
| Artist | Creedence Clearwater Revival |
| Album | At The Movies |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring | |
| And they march you to the table to see the same old thing | |
| Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan | |
| But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me | |
| Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know? | |
| By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore | |
| Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand | |
| She come to see the gov'nor, she wants to free her man | |
| If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right | |
| You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all | |
| Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down | |
| The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound |
| Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring | |
| And they march you to the table to see the same old thing | |
| Ain' t no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan | |
| But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me | |
| Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know? | |
| By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore | |
| Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand | |
| She come to see the gov' nor, she wants to free her man | |
| If you' re ever in Houston, well, you better do the right | |
| You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all | |
| Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down | |
| The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You' re prison bound |
| Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring | |
| And they march you to the table to see the same old thing | |
| Ain' t no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan | |
| But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me | |
| Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on me | |
| Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know? | |
| By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore | |
| Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand | |
| She come to see the gov' nor, she wants to free her man | |
| If you' re ever in Houston, well, you better do the right | |
| You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all | |
| Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down | |
| The next thing you know, boy, Oh! You' re prison bound |