Bukka White Follow

And I march you to the table, you 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'll 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 ever lovin' light on me

Yonder comin' 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 Governor, she want to free her 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 ever lovin' light on me

Ooo if you're ever in Houston, well you better do the right
You better not gamble, aey 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

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 ever lovin' 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 light on me
Let the midnight special shine a ever lovin' light on me

And I march you to the table, you see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table and no pork up in the pan