ABBA – Midnight Special lyrics

Well, you wake up in the morning

Hear the ding-dong ring

You go marching to the table

See the same old thing

See the fork on the table

Nothing in your pan

If you sing a thing about it

You’re in trouble with the man

Let the midnight special shine a light on me

Let the midnight special shine it’s ever loving light on me

If you ever go to houston

Well, you better act right

And you better not gamble

And you better not fight

For the sheriff will arrest you

Then he’ll take you down

And before you understand it

You are prison bound

Let the midnight special

Shine a light on me

Let the midnight special

Shine it’s ever loving light on me

On me, on me