文本歌词

The Midnight Special - Karel Gott
Well you wake up in the morning
And you hear the work bell ring
And though march you to the table
And you see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table
And no pork up on the pan
But you better not complain boy
You get in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine that loving light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' 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 govnor wants to free her man
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' light on me
If you're ever in Houston well you better do the right
You better not gamble and you better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab you and the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know boy
Boy you're prison bound
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' light on me
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine a everlovin' light on me