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Midnight Special

Public domain - full karaoke  IMMHA-L138

Credit: Traditional · before 1931

Origin: Traditional American folk song (prison song), widely collected before 1931. Public domain.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midnight_Special_(song)

Lyrics sheet: courtesy of Country Roads Folk Music Camp, Mount Madonna County Park, California (about the camp)

Original scan: from John's songbook (scan to be posted on @IMMHACAL)

Chords as printed on the original song sheet. Key of E, 4/4, 16-bar blues (typed sheet, as written).

E7                  A7                  E
Now you wake up in the mornin', you hear the ding-dong ring.
                  B7       A7                 E    E7
You go marchin' to the table, you see the same ol' thing.
                  A7                         E
Well it's on the table, a knife, a fork an' a pan.
            B7           A7                    E    E7
You say anythin' about it, you're in trouble with the man.

Chorus:
                      A7                          E
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her light on me.
                      B7      A7                              E
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me.

E7                      A7
Well, if you ever go to Houstan, man, you'd better walk right;
                 B7        A7                  E    E7
And you'd better not stagger, and you'd better not fight.
                              A7                       E
'Cause the sheriff will arrest you, he's gonna take you down.
                         B7       A7                     E    E7
An' when the jury find you guilty, you're penitentiary bound.

[Chorus and break]

E7                 A7
Well yonder comes Miss Rosie; how in the world did you know?
                     B7      A7               E    E7
Well, I knew her by her apron an' the dress she wore.
                                A7                                 E
Well, she brought me a little coffee, an' she brought me a little tea.
                              B7          A7                   E    E7
Well, she brought me nearly everything, 'cept the jailhouse key.

[Chorus]

E7               A7
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand,
                          B7        A7                E    E7
She goes a-marchin' to the captain, says I want my man.
                       A7                                  E
Captain say to little Rosie, you know he's comin' off the chain.
                       B7         A7                       E    E7
Forty dollars in his pocket an' two tickets for the train.

[Chorus two times]

Karaoke file (lyrics only): IMMHA-L138.lrc