Please, help me get the text of The Midnight Special as sung by Fiddlin John Carson. Its title is Stockade Blues. Here is what I can get out of the first two stanzas:

When you go to Atlanta, you'd better walk right
Don't drink no liquor, nor have no fight
For the police will get you, he'll carry you down
You'll meet Mister Calloway, then you're Stockade blound

Wake up in the morning, ere the bell … ding
You can look on the table, see the same old thing
… cold coffee, as bitter as gall
If you don't like that, boy, you don't get none at all