Standard (EADGBE)

Yonder comes Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know

 I can tell her by her apron and the dress that she wore

 Umbrella on her shoulder, a piece of paper in her hand

 I heard her tell the captain, Turn loose my man

 Let the midnight special shine its light on me

 Oh let the midnight special shine its everlasting light on me

When you get up in the morning, when that big bell rings

You go marching to the table, you see the same old thing

Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan

And you say a word about it, you get in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special shine its light on me

Oh let the midnight special shine its everlasting light on me

If you ever go to Houston, boy you'd better walk right

And you better not gamble, and you better not fight

'Cos Benson Crocker will arrest you

Jimmy Boone will take you down

And you bet your bottom dollar that your Sugarland bound

Let the midnight special shine its light on me

Oh let the midnight special shine its everlasting light on me

Well jumpin' little Judy, she was a mighty fine gal

She brought jumpin' to the whole round world

Well she brought it in the morning, just awhile before day

Well she brought me the news that my wife was dead

That started me to grieven, woppin', hollerin' and cryin'

That started me to thinkin', 'bout my great long time