[Verse 1]
If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right
You better not stagger, and you better not fight
For the sheriff will arrest you, and take you on down
When the jury finds you guilty, buddy, you're prison bound

[Verse 2]
Well, you wake up in the prison, you hear the ding-dong ring
Then you march to the table, you see the same old thing
Well, that's sitting on the table, a fork and a pan
If you say a thing about it, you're in trouble with the man

[Chorus]
Oh, let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine her ever loving light on me

[Verse 3]
Linda brought a cup of coffee, and she brought a little tea
She brought me nearly everything except the jail house key

[Chorus]
Let the midnight special shine a light on me
Let the midnight special shine her ever loving light on me