Midnight Special
Huddie Leadbetter
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| Well, you wake up in the | morning Hear the ding-dong | ring |
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| Go marching to the | table, See the same old | thing! |
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| Well, it's on the | table, Knife and fork and a | pan! |
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| If you say anything a- | bout it You're in trouble with the | man |
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| |: Let the minight | special Shine it's light on | me; |
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| Let the midnight | special Shine it's everloving light on | me! | :| |
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| If you ever go to | Houston, Boy you'd better walk | right. |
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| You better not | stagger And you better not | fight. |
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| 'Cause the Sheriff will ar | rest you And he'll carry you | down; |
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| You can bet your bottom | dollar: You're Sugarland | bound! |
| Let the minight special ... |
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| Yonder came Doc' | Melton, Just the day | before, |
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| And he gave me a | tablet, when he opend the | door. |
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| But there never was a | doctor Trav'llin' over the | land, |
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| that could cure the | fever of a convict | man. |
| Let the minight special ... |
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| Yonder comes Miss | Rosie, Tell me, how do you | know? |
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| I can tell it 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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| She's a-sayin' to the | captain: "I want my lifetime | man!" |
| Let the minight special ... |