Midnight Special

	  		D                                G 
Well, you wake up in the mornin' 
                           D 
You hear the work bell ring 
                               A7 
And they march you to the table 
                          D 
You see the same old thing 
                            G 
Ain't no food upon the table 
                         D 
And no fork up in the pan 
                                  A7 
But you'd better not complain, boy 
                               D 
You'll get in trouble with the man 
 
N/c              G 
Let the midnight special 
                   D 
Shine the light on me 
                 A7 
Let the midnight special 
                   D 
Shine the light on me 
                 G 
Let the midnight special 
                   D 
Shine the light on me 
                 A7 
Let the midnight special 
                      D 
Shine the ever-lovin' light on me
 
 
One day, one day, Sir 
I was walking along 
I heard that Midnight Special 
Singing a lonesome song 
 
Oh, let the Midnight Special 
Shine her light on me 
Let the Midnight Special 
Shine her ever lovin light on me 
 
If you ever go to Houston 
You know you better walk right 
You know you better not stagger 
You know you better not fight 
 
'Cause the sheriff will just arrest you 
You know he'll carry you down 
And you can bet your bottom dollar 
Oh Lord, you're penitentiary bound 
 
Chorus 
 
Yonder come Miss Rosie 
How in the world do you know? 
I can tell her by her apron 
And the dress she wore 
Umbrella on her shoulder 
Piece of paper in her hand 
Goes a marchin to the Captain (or come to see the Governor) 
Says I want my man (or she's gonna free her man) 
 
Chorus 
 
Now here comes jumpin' Judy 
I'll tell you how I know 
You know, Judy brought jumpin' 
To the whole wide world 
She brought it in the morning 
Just about the break of day 
You know, if I ever get to jumpin' 
Oh Lord, I'll up and jump away. 
 
Tabber's note: 
This may seem like a fictitious tale from the 1940s, 
but up until the 1980s, vagrients and hipppies were 
sent to the Harris County Pea Farm for 30 days -  
Without notice to even your family. 
Quite often we'd find missing band members out in the field,so to speak.