Roadhouse Blues (Remastered x2)

Smoke rollin’ low through the cypress trees, Blackwater moon and a hot summer breeze, Rusty old shack by the railroad track, Moonshine flowing like a fine wine Bootheels grindin’ holes in the floor, Bad girls dancin’ like the devil would, House band screamin’ a busted groove, Whole damn joint startin’ to move. Chorus roadhouse blues, Slide guitar cryin’ like a backwoods fool, Cheap bourbon burn and a midnight fight, Sweat drippin’ heavy in the neon light. roadhouse blues. A little bit crazy and a whole lotta rude, Everybody dancing’ till the break of dawn, Lord have mercy when the night rolls on Verse 2 Big Jack Carter on a bottleneck slide, Amp turned up and the speakers fried, Drummer beatin’ like a chain gang Bass line hammering , shaking the walls Women in leather, dime store perfume Laughin’ loud, knocking down whiskey and gin, Sheriff rolled up, took one look Said “Ain’t no law gonna shut this down.” Chorus Roadhouse blues, Sweaty little angels in snake skin boots, Moonshine risin’ through a swamp haze, Everybody lost in a southern daze. Roadhouse blues, Born on the river with nothin’ to lose, Turn it up louder, the floorboards crack, Ain’t no stoppin’ this midnight attack. Bridge Slide it low… let it moan real slow, draggin’ through the delta glow, One more round for the road Final Chorus Roadhouse blues, Greasy southern rhythm Bootheels thunder when the bottles fly, Smoke and sin underneath the sky. Roadhouse blues, Southern fried soul, it’s a hard-earned truth, Keep on rockin’ till the sun breaks through, Roadhouse blues.