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     Younder comes a Miss-a Rosie,   How in the world do you know
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     Well I knows her by her apron,    And the dress she wore
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     Umbrella on her shoulder,    Piece of paper in her hand
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     Well I'm gonna ask the Governor,     Please turn a-loose-a my man
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     Let the Midnight Special,   Shine your light on me
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     Let the Midnight Special,    Shine its ever lovin' light on me

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     When you gets up in the morning,  When that big bell ring
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     You're gonna march into the table,  See the same damned thing
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     Knife and fork are on the table,    There's nothin' in my pan
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     N'you ever say an'thin' about it,   Having trouble with the man
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     Let the Midnight Special,   Shine your light on me
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     Let the Midnight Special,    Shine its ever lovin' light on me

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     Well I went into the nations,    And the terr-i-to
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     Well I thought about a girl I love,    Lives in Mexico
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     Let the Midnight Special,   Shine your light on me
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     Let the Midnight Special,    Shine its ever lovin' light on me

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      If you ever go to Houston,   Boys you better walk right
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     And you better not quarrel,     And you better not fight
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     Benson Crocker will arrest you,   Eddie Boone will take you down
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     You gonna bet your bottom dollar,    Penitentiary bound
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     Let the Midnight Special,   Shine your light on me
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     Let the Midnight Special,    Shine its ever lovin' light on me

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     Well jumpin' little Judy,   She was a mighty fine whore
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     Well Judy brought jumpin',    To this whole round world
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     Well she brought it in the mornin',    Just a while before day
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     She brought me the news,   That my wife was dead
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     N'that started me greivin',  Then hollerin' and cryin'
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     Then I had to give the worry,   'Bout a very long time
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     Let the Midnight Special,   Shine your light on me
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     Let the Midnight Special,    Shine its ever lovin' light on me