Hear the ding-dong ring
You go marching to the table
See the same old thing
See the fork on the table
Nothing in your pan
If you sing a thing about it
You're in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine it's ever loving light on me
If you ever go to houston
Well, you better act right
And you better not gamble
And you better not fight
For the sheriff will arrest you
Then he'll take you down
And before you understand it
You are prison bound
Let the midnight special
Shine a light on me
Let the midnight special
Shine it's ever loving light on me
On me, on me
Well, you wake up in the morning Hear the ding-dong ring You go marching to the table See the same old thing See the fork on the table Nothing in your pan If you sing a thing about it You're in trouble with the man Let the midnight special shine a light on me Let the midnight special shine it's ever loving light on me If you ever go to houston Well, you better act right And you better not gamble And you better not fight For the sheriff will arrest you Then he'll take you down And before you understand it You are prison bound Let the midnight special Shine a light on me Let the midnight special Shine it's ever loving light on me On me, on me Explain Request ×
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