The House of Blue Lights
Chuck Miller 
Lyrics by:  Freddie Slack & Don Raye 
 


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Label
 
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May 1955

 

9

Mercury
    



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