House Of Blue Light

Well, I’m driving on down to the surfside bar
These days my old shovelhead, she don’t travel far
But she goes where I want and now I want to be
Where all the locals go to keep each other company
They all drive Chevy pick-ups in the morning
They all ride Harley-Davidsons at night
They all work for somebody
Who makes all the money
And pays them just enough to get tight
In the House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light

Well I’m driving on down to meet a woman there
She got the long legs, the red lips and the golden hair
She knows what to do to make a man feel good
She’s the hardest working woman in this neighborhood
She don’t mind making breakfast in the morning
She don’t mind making love every night
She says come see me honey
And bring lots of money
’Cause we know how to treat you right
At the House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light

You know this life is filled with grief
Sometimes it gets you so down
You got to find yourself some kind of relief
And there’s a roadhouse right outside of town
Roadhouse of Blue Light

Well I’ve been around the world a dozen times or more
And I never really knew what I was searching for
Till I came to this place on a midnight ride
I pulled next to a full dress Electra-Glide
They had a band playing blues from Mississippi
They had a bar that kept customers in sight
They had some fine architecture
And a view that would get you
To want to spend the whole damn night
In the House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light
House of Blue Light

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