Songtext von The Midnight Special

Well you wake up in the morning, you hear the ding-dong ring And they march you to the table, you see the same old thing Well, ain’t no food on the table, ain’t no pork in the pan If you complain about it, well you’re in trouble with the man Let the midnight special, shine a light on me Let the midnight special, shine your ever-lovin’ light on me Let the midnight special, shine a light on me yodelling by Doug Kershaw Let the midnight special, shine your ever-lovin’ light on me Well if you ever go to Houston, boy you’d better walk right And you’d better not stagger, and you’d better not fight Or they’ll arrest you, gonna tear you down’ And if the jury finds you guilty, you’re penitentiary bound Let the midnight special, shine a light on me Let the midnight special, shine your ever-lovin’ light on me Let the midnight special, shine a light on me Let the midnight special, shine your ever-lovin’ light on me