Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

You find no food upon the table, boy.

 There's no fork up in the pan.

 But you better not complain, boy.

 You'll get in trouble with the man.

Chorus

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

 Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, boy.

 How in the world do you know?

 By the way she wears her apron, boy.

 And the clothes she wore.

The umbrella on her shoulder,

 Piece of paper in her hand.

 Well, she come to see the Governor,

 She wants to free her man.

Chorus

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

 Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

Now, if you're ever in Houston, boy.

 Well, you better do right.

 Hey, you better not gamble, boy.

 And you better not fight.

Boy, the sheriff, he'll grab you.

 And the boys will pull you down.

 And the next thing you know, boy.

 You're prison bound.

Chorus

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

 Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.