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DWell, you wake up in the mornin'G You hear the work bell ringD And they march you to the tableA7 You see the same old thingD Ain't no food upon the tableG And no fork up in the panD But you'd better not complain, boyA7 You'll get in trouble with the manD
Ref:
Let the midnight Gspecial
Shine the light on Dme
Let the midnight A7special
Shine the light on Dme
Let the midnight Gspecial
Shine the light on Dme
Let the midnight A7special
Shine the ever-lovin' Dlight 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 wanna free her man
Ref
If you're ever in Houston
Ooh, you'd better do right
You'd better not gamble
And you'd better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya
And the boys'll bring you down
The next thing you know, boy
Ooh, you're prison-bound
Creedence Clearwater Revival:
Joe Cocker:
