Текст Woody Guthrie – Midnight Special

Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
Well, I’m callin’ that Captain, «Turn a-loose my man»

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me

When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring
You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing
Knife and fork are on the table, ain’t nothing in my pan
And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me

If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right
And you better not squabble and you better not fight
Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down
You can bet your bottom dollar that you’re Sugarland bound

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me

Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl
She brought jumping to this whole round world
Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day
Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead
That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying
And I began to worry about my very long time

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me
Oh, let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin’ light on me