Lyrics

CODE OF COLORS AT THE BAR
I GOT MY BLOWN OUT JEANS AND AN OLD GUITAR
STRUGGLE THRU THE INITIAL SET
CUZ I AINT IN THE MOOD JUST YET

SET THE SOUND, SING THE BLUES
KEEP THE LIGHTS TURNED DOWN OR WE'LL POP THE FUSE
HEAD COCKED LOW TILL THE TIME IS RIGHT
THE CROWD AIN'T BAD FOR A THURSDAY NIGHT

WHERE YOU BEEN - WHERE YOU BEEN
ALL YOU WOMEN AND ALL YOU MEN
THE DEVIL'S DRIVIN YOU TO SIN
FOR THE FORTYWATT RODEO RIDES AGAIN

PLAY FOR BEER IN A CHICKENWIRE CAGE
10 BY 6 PLYWOOD STAGE
BLONDIE SAYS BOY YOU NEED TO SMILE
WELL IT'S YOUR FUNERAL AND MY TRIAL

WHERE YOU BEEN - WHERE YOU BEEN
ALL YOU WOMEN AND ALL YOU MEN
THE DEVIL'S DRIVIN YOU TO SIN
FOR THE FORTYWATT RODEO RIDES AGAIN

WHOA NO I DON'T TAKE REQUEST
WOULD NOT COULD NOT BE IMPRESSED
THE GHOST OF ROBERT JOHNSON'S HANGIN ROUND
SPIDER HAND ON MY BACK
NEVER CUTS ME ANY SLACK
THAT HIP SHAKE BABY ELECTRIC LADY SOUND
NO ONE BUT THE DEVIL LAYIN' IT DOWN

HIT THE LIGHTS CALL YOUR CAB
CHUCK THE DOG PAYS THE TAB
A DOLLAR PLAYS OLE TENNESSEE JED
DICK'S PICKS GREATFUL DEAD

WHERE YOU BEEN - WHERE YOU BEEN
ALL YOU WOMEN AND ALL YOU MEN
THE DEVIL'S DRIVIN YOU TO SIN
FOR THE FORTYWATT RODEO RIDES AGAIN