[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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When somebody leaves you, that's the time to cry
When you know you're lonely, you're not the one and only
Who will cry?
When your heart is broken, that's the time to cry
When you know she's left you, you'll know that she has left you
So you can cry
Happiness is what I long for
Loneliness is why I cry
For you have made my heart a slave
And now it's up to you
When somebody leaves you, that's the time to cry
When you know she's left you, you'll know that she has left you
So you can cry
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