Lyr. Add: Midnight Special
("From Texas Negroes")

Let the Midnight Special
Shine its light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
Shine its ever lovin' light on me.
1
If you ever get to Dallas,
Well you better walk right
Well you better not gamble
Well you better not fight.

That sheriff will get you
And he tuck you in,
The judge will sentence you,
And you're penitentiary bound.

Yonder come a little Rosy,
How in the world do you know?
I can tell her by her apron
And the dress she wore.

Umbrella round her shoulder,
Piece of paper in her hand,
Look a here, Mister Warden.
I wants my ever-lovin' man.

Vance Randolph, 1980, Ozark FolkSongs, vol. 2, pp. 377-378, with tune. Sung by Robert Pounds, MO, 1942.