paroles de chanson Midnight Special - Little Richard
Well,
you
wake
up
in
the
morning
You
hear
the
work
bell
ring
And
they
march
you
to
the
table
To
see
the
same
old
thing
Ain′t
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
me
Shine
a
light
on
me
Shine
a
light
on
me
Let
the
midnight
special
Shine
a
ever-lovin
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
governor
She
want
to
free
her
man
If
you're
ever
in
Houston,
Well
you′d
better
do
the
right
You'd
better
not
gamble
And
you
better
not
fight
(at
all)
Or
the
sheriff
will
grab
you
And
the
boys
will
bring
you
down
The
next
thing
you
know
boy,
Well
you're
prison
bound
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