[Written by Don Ray and Freddie Slack]
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house, the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your nights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
---- Instrumental Interlude ----
Well, lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house, the house of blue lights
There's fryers, broilers and Detroit barbeque ribs
But the treat of the trade
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your nights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
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They say don't go on Wolverton Mountain,
if you're looking for a wife.
'Cause Clifton Clowers has a pretty
young daughter,
he's mighty handy with a gun and a knife.
Her tender lips are sweeter than honey
And Wolverton Mountain protects her there.
The bears and birds tell Clifton Clowers
If a stranger should wander there.
All of my dreams are on Wolverton Mountain.
I want his daughter for my wife.
I'll take my chances and climb that mountain
Though Clilfton Clowers, he may take my life
Her tender lips ....
I'm going up on Wolverton Mountain,
It's too lonely downhere below.
It's just not right to hide his dayghter
From the one who loves her so.
Her tender lips ...
But I don't care about Clifton Clowers,
I'm gonna climb up on his mountain,
I'm gonna take the girl I love.
I don't care about Clifton Clowers,
I'm gonna climb up on his mountain,
I'm gonna take the girl I love.
(repeat to fade)
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