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Well, you wake up in the mornin' |
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And the ding dong rings |
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You go a marchin' to the table |
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You see the same old thing |
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Baby, all I want to tell ya |
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A knife, a fork and a pan |
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And if you say a thing about it |
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Your in trouble with the man |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine a light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's everlovin' light on me |
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Yes, let the Midnight Special |
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Shine a light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's everlovin' light on me |
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If you're ever in Houston, |
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Then you walk or ride |
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You better not gamble |
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And you better not skive, boy |
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'Cause sheriff Benson will arrest ya |
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He'll carry you on down |
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And if the jury finds you guilty |
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You're penitentiary bound |
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So, let the Midnight Special |
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Shine a light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's everlovin' light on me |
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---- Instrumental Interlude ----- |
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Yonder comes miss Rosie |
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How I wonder did you know |
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Well, I know about apron |
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And the dress she wore |
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Umbrella on her shoulder, |
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Piece of paper in her hand |
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She goes a-walkin' to the captain |
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Says, I'm losing my man |
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So, let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's everlovin' light on me |
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Let the Midnight Special |
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Shine it's light on me |