You get up in the mornin’
You here the ding dong ring
Now you look upon the table
You see the same darn thing
You find no food upon the table
No pork up in the pan
But if you say a thing about it
You’ll be in trouble with the man
Ah, let the midnight special shine her light on me
Oh, let the midnight special shine its ever-lovin’ light on me
Now if you’re ever in a Houston
Oh, you better walk right
Ah, you better not gamble boy
I say you better not fight
Well now the sheriff he’ll grab you
And the boys will pull you down
And then before you know it
You’re penitentiary bound