Midnight Special (feat. Golden Gate Jubilee Quartet) - Leadbelly, Golden Gate Jubilee Quartet

Yonder comes Miss Rosie.

How in the world do you know?

Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore

Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand

Well, I’m callin' that Captain, «Turn a-loose my man.»

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me

When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring

You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing

Knife and fork are on the table, ain’t nothing in my pan

And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me

If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right

And you better not squabble and you better not fight

Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down

You can bet your bottom dollar that you’re Sugarland bound

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me

Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl

She brought jumping to this whole round world

Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day

Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead

That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying

And I began to worry about my very long time

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me

Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me