Bucket of Blood

Lyrics

[Intro] – 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? [Verse 1] (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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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! [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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