Ella Mae Morse - The House Of Blue Lights free for downloading

Lyrics

to a knocked out shack on the edge of town
fall in there and we ll see some sights
The house of blue lights, there s fryers and broilers and detroit barbecue ribs, just trilly down a path of welcome mats
But the treat of the treats, lace up your boots and we ll broom on down, fall in there and we ll see some sights
The house of blue lights, you ll want to spend the rest of your brights
At the house of blue lights, it s a real home comin for all the cats
Down at the house, we ll have a time and we ll cut some rug
The house of blue lights, just trilly down a path of welcome mats, but the treat of the treats

At the house of blue lights, down at the house, to a knocked out shack on the edge of town
fall in there and we ll see some sights
fall in there and we ll see some sights
at the house of blue lights
at the house of blue lights
there s fryers and broilers and detroit barbecue ribs
down at the house
Keep walkin til you see a blue light lit, while we dig those tunes like they should be dug

There s fryers and broilers and detroit barbecue ribs, but the treat of the treats
Down at the house, to a knocked out shack on the edge of town
At the house of blue lights, there s an eight beat combo that just won t quit, keep walkin til you see a blue light lit
but the treat of the treats
Fall in there and we ll see some sights, it s a real home comin for all the cats, there s fryers and broilers and detroit barbecue ribs
There s an eight beat combo that just won t quit, you ll want to spend the rest of your brights
but the treat of the treats
But the treat of the treats, the house of blue lights House, to a knocked out shack on the edge of town

There s fryers and broilers and detroit barbecue ribs, is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You ll want to spend the rest of your brights, fall in there and we ll see some sights, down at the house
down at the house
You ll want to spend the rest of your brights, is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats, at the house of blue lights
Lace up your boots and we ll broom on down, while we dig those tunes like they should be dug
fall in there and we ll see some sights