Well, you wake up in the mornin, you hear the work bell 
ring,
And they march you to the table to see the same old 
thing.
Aint no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble 
with the man.

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Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a light on me,
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin light on me.

By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she 
wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand;
She come to see the govnor, she wants to free her man.

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If youre ever in houston, well, you better do the 
right;
You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at 
all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you 
down.
The next thing you know, boy, oh! youre prison bound.

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