Midnight Special…

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Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special shine a ever loving 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 gov’nor, she wants to free her man.

Creedence Clearwater Revival