Текст песни House Of Blue Lights - Canned Heat

Well hitch up your boots and you walk on down
To a knocked out shack at the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep a-walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there, Topanga Dixie's in sight
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
They got fryers, broilers, and Detroit barbecued ribs
But the trick of the trade
Is when you're serving them fine eight beats
You wanna spend the rest of your price
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
Well hitch up your boots and you walk on down
To a knocked out shack at the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep a-walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there, Topanga Dixie's in sight
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
They got fryers, broilers, and Detroit barbecued ribs
But the trick of the trade
Is when you're serving them fine eight beats
You wanna spend the rest of your price
Down at the house, the house of blue lights