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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
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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