Blues Kitchen Blues

When I was eight years ol' I found the ability To pick an' pluck steel strings With a sense of glee Playin' in small bars To the young an' old They get hella rowdy when I strum the blues with soul Saw a pretty lady that I really liked She was twistin' an' dropping' with a group of dykes Singer tol' me to take a shot And show what I got So I swung my guitar and jumped onto his spot Saturday night fracas Beyond the puff an' smoke The three alarm fire awaits to be awoken Oh Saturday nights Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue Oh Saturday nights Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues The bar is gettin' pretty packed for tonight My fuddled mates have gone way outta sight I'm a down a little more to stay up on my knees Girl I may sit, talk, laugh till you kiss me Some sounds that really Oh fire me up Are the sounds of indoor lighters and breakin' glass cups I work day an' night As a workin' class tool Rockin' nights away with his gang of fools Oh Saturday nights Sundays too, quaffin' one down when I'm feeling blue O' I said Oh Saturday nights Sundays too, can't keep me from them blues kitchen blues Oh oh oh oh Oh give it little Darlin' (Yeah!) (Oh oh oh oh) (Oh blues kitchen blues) (Ay, yeah) (Ay, ay) (Saturday nights, Saturday nights, Saturdays nights) (Sundays too, oh blues kitchen blues kitchen blues) Every time I enter those doors I recompense those who bit the dust Magnates an' fat cats come to discuss Oh the ones already being discussed my baby (Ay)