Creedence Clearwater Revival

Well you wake up in the mornin you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.
Aint no food upon the table and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain boy you get in trouble with the man.
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovin light on me.
Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world 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 govnor, she wants to free her man.
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me,