Taylor Pie Blue Dog Lounge lyrics

I'm gonna wrap some silk around my hips,
Paint some red on my fingertips;
Hang some shades from the windows of my soul.
I'm gonna throw a bone to my St. Bernard,
Put the cat out in the yard,
Crank my motor up, and let it roll.

Chorus: I'm goin' down to the Blue Dog Lounge
Where Celinda plays the bottle neck,
And makes that low down, scrapin' sound.
Those Fender bends travel up my spine,
And shake the knots all out
I come unwound, down at the Blue Dog Lounge.

They've got one spotlight and a corner stage

No room to dance, so everybody sways.
Cover charge is a dollar after nine.
And ol' Lightnin' Mose back behind the bar
Listens well, and he's real smart
And the whole place rocks 'til closin' time.

Chorus: I'm goin' down to the Blue Dog Lounge
Where Celinda plays the bottle neck,
And makes that low down, scrapin' sound.
Those Fender bends travel up my spine,
And shake the knots all out
I come unwound, down at the Blue Dog Lounge.
I'm goin' down, to the Blue Dog Lounge.