Midnight Special

Well, you wake up in the 4 morning, hear the ding-dong 1 ring
Go marchin' to the 5 table, see the same old 1 thing
Well, it's coffee on the 4 table, knife, fork and a 1 pan
If you say anything a 5 bout it, you're in trouble with the 1 man

Chorus
Let the midnight 4 special shine her light on 1 me
Let the midnight 5 special shine her ever-lovin' light on 1 me

If you ever go to Houston, you'd better walk right
And you better not stagger, and you better not fight
'Cause the sheriff will arrest you and he'll carry you down
And you can bet your bottom dollar, you're Sugarland bound

Well, yonder comes Miss Rosie, tell me how do you know
I know her by her apron, and the dress that she wore
She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea
Well she brought me nearly everything but the jailhouse key