"Bucket Of Blood" lyrics
– Hal, are you sure this is the right neighborhood?
– Well, maybe I'd better ask somebody. Young man, excuse me?
– Uh-huh, yeah?
– My wife and I, we were looking for a place where we might get a little something to drink and something to eat. Could you- could you help us out?
– Yeah. You know this here, this is Bucket of Blood here, and y'all welcome to come on in here. Come on in, get a seat. The band gettin' ready to play. You're a lawyer, ain't you?
(Ooh-wee! Mm, mm, mm)
I know a place, they got one in every town
Every city in the USA
Long as you got money, you can drink and drown
Well, "the nightclub" they call it
But I call it the Bucket of Blood
Hole in a wall, juke joint, y'all
Women cookin' plenty chicken for you
Mm-mm-mm, shucks
They're sippin' sherry, rose and cheap wine too
Even if you're poor
The Bucket of Blood makes you feel rich
I gets loose, when I'm down there, sing
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Ow! Well, shucks
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Mercy, break it down, y'all
You might see a banker, a judge or a lawyer too
Everybody in town hangs out down there, y'all
Factory workers, welfare recipients too
The Bucket of Blood will take a poor man's money too
If you got some money, come right on in
Three finger Johnny got mad, and started a fight
Lord, have mercy
Big Snake grabbed him, said man...
"Man, you know that ain't right
You better take that mess outside"
If it's gonna happen, it happens at the Bucket of Blood
They're always clownin' down there, y'all, sing it!
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood (ooh-wee)
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood (Bucket of Blood)
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Hand me my guitar, y'all
Caldonia struttin', Reed walkin' close behind
Ooh strut, Caldonia, mm!
Everybody knows what he's got on his mind
If you ain't got money, you ain't gonna make no time
Oh Caldonia, Caldonia
Ooh-wee now, now
Oh, the Bucket of Blood
– Well, maybe I'd better ask somebody. Young man, excuse me?
– Uh-huh, yeah?
– My wife and I, we were looking for a place where we might get a little something to drink and something to eat. Could you- could you help us out?
– Yeah. You know this here, this is Bucket of Blood here, and y'all welcome to come on in here. Come on in, get a seat. The band gettin' ready to play. You're a lawyer, ain't you?
(Ooh-wee! Mm, mm, mm)
I know a place, they got one in every town
Every city in the USA
Long as you got money, you can drink and drown
Well, "the nightclub" they call it
But I call it the Bucket of Blood
Hole in a wall, juke joint, y'all
Women cookin' plenty chicken for you
Mm-mm-mm, shucks
They're sippin' sherry, rose and cheap wine too
Even if you're poor
The Bucket of Blood makes you feel rich
I gets loose, when I'm down there, sing
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Ow! Well, shucks
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Mercy, break it down, y'all
You might see a banker, a judge or a lawyer too
Everybody in town hangs out down there, y'all
Factory workers, welfare recipients too
The Bucket of Blood will take a poor man's money too
If you got some money, come right on in
Three finger Johnny got mad, and started a fight
Lord, have mercy
Big Snake grabbed him, said man...
"Man, you know that ain't right
You better take that mess outside"
If it's gonna happen, it happens at the Bucket of Blood
They're always clownin' down there, y'all, sing it!
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood (ooh-wee)
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood (Bucket of Blood)
On Front Street, the Bucket of Blood
Hand me my guitar, y'all
Caldonia struttin', Reed walkin' close behind
Ooh strut, Caldonia, mm!
Everybody knows what he's got on his mind
If you ain't got money, you ain't gonna make no time
Oh Caldonia, Caldonia
Ooh-wee now, now
Oh, the Bucket of Blood
