Midnight Special

Paul Evans

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You find no food upon the table, boy.

There's no fork up in the pan.

But you better not complain, boy.

You'll get in trouble with the man.

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, boy.

How in the world do you know?

By the way she wears her apron, boy.

And the clothes she wore.

The umbrella on her shoulder,

Piece of paper in her hand.

Well, she come to see the Governor,

She wants to free her man.

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

Now, if you're ever in Houston, boy.

Well, you better do right.

Hey, you better not gamble, boy.

And you better not fight.

Boy, the sheriff, he'll grab you.

And the boys will pull you down.

And the next thing you know, boy.

You're prison bound.

Let the midnight special, shine it's light on me.

Let the midnight special, shine it's everloving light on me.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.

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Readable chord sheet for Midnight Special by Paul Evans

[G]You find no food upon the [C]table, boy.
There's no fork up in the [G]pan.
But you better not com[D]plain, boy.
You'll get in trouble with the [G]man.

[G7]Let the midnight [C]special, shine it's light on [G]me.
Let the midnight [D]special, shine it's everloving light on [G]me.

[G]Well, yonder comes Miss [C]Rosie, boy.
How in the world do you [G]know?
By the way she wears her [D]apron, boy.
And the clothes she [G]wore.

[G]The umbrella on her [C]shoulder,
Piece of paper in her [G]hand.
Well, she come to see the [D]Governor,
She wants to free her [G]man.

[G7]Let the midnight [C]special, shine it's light on [G]me.
Let the midnight [D]special, shine it's everloving light on [G]me.

[G7]Now, if you're ever in [C]Houston, boy.
Well, you better do [G]right.
Hey, you better not [D]gamble, boy.
And you better not [G]fight.

[G]Boy, the sheriff, he'll [C]grab you.
And the boys will pull you [G]down.
And the next thing you [D]know, boy.
You're prison [G]bound.

[G7]Let the midnight [C]special, shine it's light on [G]me.
Let the midnight [D]special, shine it's everloving light on [G]me.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.