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Well you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring |
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And I march you to the table, you see the same old thing |
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Ain't no food upon the table and no pork up in the pan |
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But you better not complain boy, you'll get in trouble with the man |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me |
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Yonder comin' Rosie, how in the world did you know? |
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By the way she wears her apron and the clothes she wore |
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Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand |
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She come to see the Governor, she want to free her man |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me |
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Ooo if you're ever in Houston, well you better do the right |
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You better not gamble, aey you better not fight at all |
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Or the Sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down |
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The next thing you know boy, oh you're prison bound |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a light on me |
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Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me |
