House Of Blue Light

Well I'm drivin' 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 wanna be

Where all the locals go to keep each other company.

They all drive Chevy pick-ups in the mornin'

They all ride Harley Davidson's 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... the house of blue light

Well I'm drivin' on down to meet a woman there

She's got the long legs, the red lips, the golden hair.

She knows just what to do to make a man feel good

She's the hardest working woman in this neighborhood.

She don't mind makin' breakfast in the mornin'

She don't mind makin' love every night

She said, "Come see me honey and bring lotsa money

'Cause we know how to treat you right"

In the 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 relief

And there's a roadhouse right outside of town

Roadhouse...blue light

Well I've been around the world a dozen times or more

And I really never knew what I was searchin' for

"Til I came to this place on a midnight ride

I pulled next to a full dressed electraglide

They had a man playin' blues from Mississippi

They had a bar that kept their customers inside

They had some fine architecture with a view that'll get you

To wanna spend the whole damn night

In the house of blue light...Yeah, the house of blue light...

The house of blue light....the house of blue light hey, hey, hey