Bone Bucket Blues

It's late night down in Brooklyn
Damn cold, but I don't care
They even got a blues band
And smoke fills up the air
Our girl is getting feisty
And the beer got to my bloodstream
It's shuffle time in old New York
The band is throwing down
Bone bucket blues
No, no, no, no... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no

The crowd is getting rowdy
And soon they'll be digging in
The waitress's talking smoothly
With southern "savoir faire"
Talks of getting dirty
More venom in my bloodstream
Grease is dripping off my hands
While the band plays once again...

Bring it on and work it
It's bad but you can't stop
Smokey, sweet and tasty...
Now you need to wash it down
It's showdown at the party
No need to keep it fancy
Grease is dripping from my hands
The band's still playing... all night
Bone bucket blues
No, no, no, no... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no... oh yeah
No, no, no, no... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no...
No, no, no, no... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no... oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Fabrizio Grossi
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