Текст песни C.c.r. - The Midnight Special
C.c.r. - The Midnight Special слова песни
Текст песни C.c.r. - The Midnight Special
Well you wake up in the morninВґ you hear the work bell ring And they march you to the table to see the same old thing.AinВґt 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.Let the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on meLet the Midnight Special shine a light on me( )Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovinВґ light on me.Yonder come miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?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 govВґnor, she wants to free her man.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 everlovinВґ light on me.If youВґre ever in Houston, well, you better do the right;You better not gamble, there, you better not fight, at allOr the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down.The next thing you know, boy, Oh! YouВґre prison bound.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 everlovinВґ 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 light on me,Let the Midnight Special shine a everlovinВґ light on me.