Midnight Special
Lead BellyVersion1
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Yonder comes Miss Rosie,
How in the world do you know
I can tell her by her apron
& the dress that she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
A piece of paper in her hand
I heard her tell the captain
Turn loose my man
Let the minight special
Shine it's light me
Oh let the midnight special
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
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Readable chord sheet for Midnight Special by Lead Belly
[E]Yonder comes Miss [A]Rosie, How in the world do you [E]know I can tell her by her [B7]apron & the dress that she [E]wore Umbrella on her [A]shoulder A piece of paper in her [E]hand I heard her tell the [B7]captain Turn loose my [E]man Let the minight [A]special Shine it's light [E]me Oh let the midnight [B7]special Shine it's everlasting light on [E]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