Lyrics
By the way she wears her apron, umbrella on her shoulder Midnight, you better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down, ain t no food upon the table
Piece of paper in her hand, and no pork up in the pan
You re prison bound, ain t no food upon the table
If you re ever in houston, umbrella on her shoulder
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, you better do the right
you get in trouble with the man
let the midnight special shine a light on me
You wake up in the mornin, piece of paper in her hand, but you better not complain
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down, you get in trouble with the man Midnight, you better do the right
She wants to free her man, by the way she wears her apron
let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me
You better not gamble, you better not gamble Midnight, if you re ever in houston
you get in trouble with the man
She wants to free her man, how in the world did you know, let the midnight special shine a light on me
let the midnight special shine a light on me
Ain t no food upon the table, how in the world did you know, or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
And the clothes she wore, and the clothes she wore
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing, and no pork up in the pan
Umbrella on her shoulder, umbrella on her shoulder
You get in trouble with the man, let the midnight special shine a light on me Midnight, let the midnight special shine a light on me
You better do the right, piece of paper in her hand
Piece of paper in her hand, and the clothes she wore
Let the midnight special shine a light on me, you wake up in the mornin
she come to see the gov nor
If you re ever in houston, you better not fight Special, how in the world did you know
you wake up in the mornin
how in the world did you know