D                                G
 Well, you wake up in the mornin'
                            D
 You hear the work bell ring
                                A7
 And they march you to the table
                          D
You see the same old thing
                            G
Ain't no food upon the table
                         D
And no fork up in the pan
                                  A7
But you'd better not complain, boy
                               D
You'll get in trouble with the man

(now speed up tempo and strum continuously; all subsequent verses have
   same pattern as chorus)


[CHORUS]
                 G
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 A7
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 G
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 A7
Let the midnight special
                      D
Shine the ever-lovin' light on me


[Verse 2]
D                     G
Yonder come Miss Rosie
                           D
How in the world did you know
                           A7
By the way she wears her apron
                      D
And the clothes she wore
                      G
Umbrella on her shoulder
                        D
Piece of paper in her hand
                         A7
She come to see the gov'nor
                     D
She wanna free her man


[CHORUS]
                 G
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 A7
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 G
Let the midnight special
                   D
Shine the light on me
                 A7
Let the midnight special
                      D
Shine the ever-lovin' light on me


[Verse 3]
D                     G
If you're ever in Houston
                        D
Ooh, you'd better do right
                    A7
You'd better not gamble
                        D
And you'd better not fight
                         G
Or the sheriff will grab ya
                            D
And the boys'll bring you down
                         A7
The next thing you know, boy
                      D
Ooh, you're prison-bound