AbbaMidnight Special

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
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