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Tom: D

    D                      G                                   D
    Ah, you wake up in the mornin', and you hear the work bell ring.
                            A                       D
    And you march ya to the table, see the same old thing.
                           G                                D
    Ain't no food upon the table, there's no fork up in the pan.
                           A                                     D
    But you better not complain boy, you get in trouble with the man.
    CHORUS:
    D                G                         D
    Let the midnight special, shine a light on me.
                     A                         D
    Let the midnight special, shine a light on me.
                     G                         D
    Let the midnight special, shine a light on me.
                     A                         D
    Let the midnight special, shine a light on me.
    D                 G                              D
    Yonder comes Miss Rosy, how in the world did you know?
                             A                          D
    By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore.
                    G                               D
    Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand,
                        A                             D
    she come to see the gov'ner, she want to free her man.
    (Chorus)
    D                 G                          D
    If you're ever in Houston, boy you better do right.
                   A                      D
    You better not gamble, you better not fight.
                          G                                  D
    Oh, the sheriff he'll grab ya, and the boys'll bring you down.
                       A                       D
    The next thing you know boy, you're prison bound.
    (Chorus