Sweet Life lyrics

Artist  : Paul Davis 
Song : Sweet Life



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Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the
work bell ring,
And they march you to the
table to see the same old thing.
Ain't no food
upon the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But
you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble
with the man.

Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me,
Let the Midnight Special
shine a everlovin' light 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 wants to free her
man.

Let the Midnight Special shine a
light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a
light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a
light on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a
everlovin' light on me.

If you're ever in
Houston, well, you better do the right;
You
better not gamble, there, you better not fight,
at all
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the
boys will bring you down.
The next thing you
know, boy, Oh! You're prison bound.

Let
the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let
the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let
the Midnight Special shine a light on me,
Let
the Midnight Special shine a everlovin' light on
me.

Let the Midnight Special shine a light
on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light
on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a light
on me,
Let the Midnight Special shine a
everlovin' light on me.