House of Blue Light

Well I'm driving on down to the surf-side bar
These days my old shovel-head she don't travel far
But she goes where I want, now I wanna be
Where all the locals go to give each other company
They all drive Chevy pickups in the morning
They all ride Harley Davidsons at night
They all work for somebody who makes all the money
Any 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 the golden hair
She knows just what to do to make a man feel good
She's the hardest workin' woman in this neighborhood
She don't mind makin' breakfast in the morning
She don't mind makin' love every night
She said come see me honey and bring lots of money
Cause we know how to treat you right in 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've got to find yourself some relief
And get the roadhouse, right outside of town, roadhouse of blue light
Well I've been around the world a dozen times or more
And I've never really knew what I was searching for
'Til I came to this place on a midnight ride, I pulled next to a full-dress electro-glide
They had a man playing blues from Mississippi
They had a bar that kept the customers inside
They had some fine line protection and a view that would get you
The one that's been a whole damn night in the house of blue light
Yeah, the house of blue light
In the house of blue light, the house of blue light, yea yea yea