| E | A | |
| Yonder comes Miss | Rosie, |
| E | |
| How in the world do you | know |
| B7 | |
| I can tell her by her | apron |
| E | |
| & the dress that she | wore |
| A | |
| Umbrella on her | shoulder |
| E | |
| A piece of paper in her | hand |
| B7 | |
| I heard her tell the | captain |
| E | |
| Turn loose my | man |
| Chorus: |
| A | |
| Let the minight | special |
| E | |
| Shine it's light | me |
| B7 | |
| Oh let the midnight | special |
| E | |
| Shine it's everlasting light on | me |
| When you get up in the morning |
| When that big bell rings |
| You go marching to the table |
| You see the same old thing |
| Knife & fork are on the table |
| Ain't nothin in my pan |
| & you say a word about it |
| You get in trouble with the man |
| If you ever go to Houston |
| Boy you'd better walk right |
| And you better not gamble |
| And you better not fight |
| Cuz Benson Crocker will arrest you |
| & Jimmy Boone will take you down |
| & you bet your bottom dollar |
| That your Sugarland bound |
| Well, jumpin little Judy |
| She was a mighty fine gal |
| She brought jumpin |
| To the whole round world |
| Well, she brought it in the morning |
| Just awhile before day |
| Well, she brought me the news |
| That my wife was dead |
| That started me to grieven |
| Whoppin, hollerin & cryin |
| That started me to thinkin |
| Bout my great long time |