Tom: D
D G D
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring,
A7 D
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
G D
Ain't no food upon the table, and no fork up in the pan.
A7 D
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' light on me.
D G D
Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
A7 D
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
G D
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand,
A7 D
She come to see the gov'nor, she want to free her man.
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' light on me.
D G D
If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do the right,
A7 D
You better not gamble, and you better not fight, at all.
G D
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down,
A7 D
The next thing you know, boy, oh you're prison bound.
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
G D
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
A7 D
Let the midnight special shine a ever-lovin' light on me. 2x
