Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna' play
It's just an old piano and a knocked out bass
The drummer man's a cat they call, Kickin' McCoy
I know you remember that old rubber-leg boyMama cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apieceWell, there's a place you really get your kicks
It's open every night, from 'bout twelve to six
If you wanna hear some boogie, you can get your fill
They shoot the eight beat to you like an old steam drillCome on along, you can to lose your lease
Down the road, down the road, down the road apieceWell, there's a place you really get your kicks
Its open every night, from 'bout twelve to six
If you wanna hear some boogie, you can get your fill
They shoot the eight beat to you like an old steam drillCome on along, you can lose your lease
Down the road, down the road, down the road apieceDown the road, down the road
Down the road, down the road
Down the road, down the roadWell, momma cookin' chicken, fried in bacon grease
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apieceDown the road, down the road
Down the road, down the road
Down the road, down the roadWell, it's better than chicken fried in bacon grease
Come on along boys, it's just down the road apiece