| C | F | C | |
| Well, you wake up in the mo | rnin, you hear the work bell r | ing, |
| G | C | |
| And they march you to the t | able to see the same old th | ing. |
| F | C | |
| Aint no food upon the t | able, and no pork up in the p | an. |
| G | C | |
| But you better not co | mplain, boy, you get in trouble with the m | an. |
| F | C | |
| Let the midnight sp | ecial shine a light on | me, |
| G | C | |
| Let the midnight sp | ecial shine a light on | me |
| F | C | |
| Let the midnight sp | ecial shine a light on | me, |
| G | C | |
| Let the midnight sp | ecial 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. |
| Chorus |
| If youre ever in houston, well, you better do the right; |
| You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at all |
| Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down. |
| The next thing you know, boy, oh! youre prison bound. |
| Chorus |
Transpose +2
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