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Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
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To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
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There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
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Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
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Fall in there and we'll see some sights
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At the house of blue lights
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There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs
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But the treat of the treats is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
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You'll want to spend the rest of your nights
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Down at the house, The house of blue lights
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We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug
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While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
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It's a real home comin' for all the "Cats"
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Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
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Fall in there and we'll see some sights
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At the house of blue lights
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House Of Blue Lights
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