Chuck Miller The House Of Blue Lights Lyrics

The House Of Blue Lights Lyrics

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 of blue lights 



There's fryers
and broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs 

But the treat of the treats 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 



We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug 

While we dig those
tunes like they should be dug 

Its a real home comin' for all the Cats


Just trilly down a path of welcome mats 

Fall in there and we'll
see some sights 

At the house of blue lights