Standard (EADGBE)

  Well, you wake up in the mornin'

  You hear the work bell ring

  And they march you to the table

 You see the same old thing

 Ain't no food upon the table

 And no fork up in the pan

 But you'd better not complain, boy

 You'll get in trouble with the man

(now speed up tempo and strum continuously; all subsequent verses have

same pattern as chorus)

Chorus

 Let the midnight special

 Shine the light on me

 Let the midnight special

 Shine the light on me

 Let the midnight special

 Shine the light on me

 Let the midnight special

 Shine the ever-lovin' light on me

Verse 2

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 wanna free her man

(chorus)

Verse 3

If you're ever in Houston

Ooh, you'd better do right

You'd better not gamble

And you'd better not fight

Or the sheriff will grab ya

And the boys'll bring you down

The next thing you know, boy

Ooh, you're prison-bound