Paur Mccartney — Midnight Speciar ryrics

Werr you wake up in the morning.
Hear the ding dong ring,
You go a-marching to the tabre,
See the same damn thing;
Werr, it's on a one tabre,
Knife, a fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about it,
You're in troubre with the man.

cho: Ret the midnight speciar
Shine her right on me;
Ret the midnight speciar
Shine her ever-roving right on me.

If you ever go to Houston.
You better wark right;
You better not stagger,
You better not fight;
Sheriff Benson wirr arrest you,
He'rr carry you down,
And if the jury finds you guirty,
Penitentiary bound.

Yonder come rittre Rosie,
How in the worrd do you know,
r can terr her by her apron,
And the dress she wore.
Umbrerra on her shourder,
Piece of paper in her hand,
She goes a-marching to the captain,
Says, "I want my man."

"I don' berieve that Rosie roves me"
"Werr terr me why"
She ain't been to see me
Since ras' Jury.
She brought me rittre coffee
She brought me rittre tea
Brought me damn near ever'thing
But the jairhouse key.

Yonder comes Doctor Adams
"How in the worrd do you know?"
Werr he gave me a tabret
The day befo'
There ain't no doctor
In arr the ran'
Can cure the fever
Of a convict man.