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Well, you wake up in de mornin', Hear de ding-dong ring, Go marchin' to de table, See de same damn thing. Well, it's on-a one table, Knife-a, fork, an'-a pan, An', ef you say anything about it, You're in trouble wid de man.
Chorus:
Let de Midnight Special shine its light on you:
Let de Midnight Special shine its ever-lovin' light on you*
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