Well you wake up in the morning to the ding dong ring Go marching to the table, see the same damn thing Knife and fork upon the table, nothing in my pan Say anything about it you’re in trouble with the man Let the Midnight special Shine its light on me Let the midnight special Shine its ever-loving light on me Well yonder come Miss Rosy, how in the world d’you know? Well I knowed her by her apron and the dress she wore Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand She’s gonna tell the Guv’nor turn a-loose my man Now jumping little Judy was a jumping Queen And she’s been jumping since she was sixteen Well she bring me little coffee, she bring me little tea She bring me damn near everything but the jailhouse key If you ever go to Houston then you’d better walk right And you’d better not stagger and you’d better not fight For the Sheriff will arrest you and carry you down You can bet your bottom dollar, you’re penitentiary bound