Canned Heat
House of Blue Lights
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on downTo a knocked out shack on the edge of townThere's an eight beat combo that just won't quitKeep walkin' 'til you see a blue light litFall in there and we'll see some sightsAt the house of blue lights There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribsBut the treat of the treats Is when they serve you all those fine eight beatsYou'll want to spend the rest of your brightsDown at the house, the house of blue lights We'll have a time and we'll cut some rugWhile we dig those tunes like they should be dugIt's a real home comin' for all the "Cats"Just trilly down a path of welcome matsFall in there and we'll see some sightsAt the house of blue lights There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribsBut the treat of the treats Is when they serve you all those fine eight beatsYou'll want to spend the rest of your brightsDown at the house, the house of blue lights
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