“ Let the Midnight Special shine your ever-living lights on me
Yonder comes a Little Nora. How do you know? I know her by the apron, and the dress she wear. Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand, Looking for some sergeant to release her man.
You get up in the morning when the ding dong ring. You make it to the table, see the same old thing. If you say anything about it, have trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special shine your light on me. ”

“ When you go to the city, boys, you better have the kale,† Or the law, they'll arrest you, and they'll put you in jail. The judge he'll fine you, they'll shake you down, If you haven't got the money, boys, you're jailhouse bound. Chorus: 7
If you got a good man, woman, you better keep him at home, For those city women won't leave him alone. ”