Friday Night at Rocky’s

 

people gonna run when the work week’s done
been moiling and toiling for days
gotta loosen up gotta unwind I
think I know the place
beauty queens with holes in their jeans
middle-aged men in khakis
there’s zydeco on the patio
on Friday night at Rocky’s

they got buffalo wings and onion rings
a side of dirty little secrets, I hear
alligator pie with a glass of wine
or just a burger and a beer
some folks come when they’re getting none
some folks come to watch hockey
some folks come for the dynamo hum
on Friday night at Rocky’s

coats and ties and college guys and
gals with fire engine hair
working folks; heroes and goats
everybody’s there
with a baseball field down the street
game day crowds get rowdy
but it’s a contact sport when the party starts
on Friday night at Rocky’s

weekend comes, relax, have fun
come inside find a seat
or stay on your feet there’s no decree
no propriety
discretions aside, it’s a magic carpet ride
a little kitsch and I guess a little tacky but
let your soul succumb to the dynamo hum
on Friday night at Rocky’s

Buddy Guy’s Legends

when it comes
with night lights blarin’
razor sharp an’
winkin’, wailin’
tuneful troubadours with
tales of woe an’ wonder
tales of loss an’ left to wander
hearts an’ souls
can’t bear to be alone but
never seem to stay together

so late at night
with night lights blarin’
razor sharp an’
winkin’, wailin’
tuneful troubadours
their passions pulsing
reliving every cut an’ stab
the harshest times
that never die
so crisp, so clear
come share their pain
can’t stay away
over an’ over
again an’ again