D G Well, you wake up in the mornin' D You hear the work bell ring A7 And they march you to the table D You see the same old thing G Ain't no food upon the table D And no fork up in the pan A7 But you'd better not complain, boy D You'll get in trouble with the man
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G Let the midnight special D Shine the light on me A7 Let the midnight special D Shine the light on me G Let the midnight special D Shine the light on me A7 Let the midnight special D Shine its ever-lovin' light on me Yonder come Miss Rosie Tell me how 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 gov'nor She wanna free her man REFRÃO If you're ever in Houston Ooh, you'd better walk right You'd better not gamble And you'd better not fight Or the sheriff will arrest ya And the boys'll bring you down The next thing you know, boy Ooh, you're prison-bound
Enviado por: anônimo
Corrigido por: Judy Stone
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