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