You get up in the mornin'
You hear the ding-dong ring
Now you look up on the table
You see the same darn thing
You find no food upon the table
And no pork up in the pan
But if you say a thing about it
You be in trouble with the man

Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine
Its everlovin' light on me

Now if you're ever in Houston
Oh, you better walk right
Aw, you better not gamble, boy
I say you better not fight
Or the sheriff he will grab you
And the boys will pull you down
And then before you know it
You're penitentary bound

Ah, let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine
Its everlovin' light on me

Here comes Miss Lucy
How in the world did you know?
I can tell by her apron
And by the clothes she wore
An umbrella on her shoulder
She got a paper in her hand
She come to see the warden
To try to free her man

So, let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Ah, let the Midnight Special shine
Its everlovin' light on me
I said, let the Midnight Special
Shine a light on me
Ah, let the Midnight Special shine
Its everlovin' light on me