[Written by Don Ray and Freddie Slack]
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house, the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your nights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Well, lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house, the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your nights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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