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 
  

[Refrão]
                        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 its ever-lovin' light on me 
  
Yonder come Miss Rosie 
Tell me how did you know 
By the way she wears her apron 
And the clothes she wore 
Umbrella on her shoulder 
Piece of paper in her hand 
She come to see the gov'nor 
She wanna free her man 

REFRÃO 
  
If you're ever in Houston 
Ooh, you'd better walk right 
You'd better not gamble 
And you'd better not fight 
Or the sheriff will arrest ya 
And the boys'll bring you down 
The next thing you know, boy 
Ooh, you're prison-bound