Flat Top Joint

Down at the end of the freeway Just behind some laundromat There's a real gone little night spot Just for real gone cats It's called the Flat Top Joint The Flat Top Joint The band starts rockin' at midnight Boy, you know you can't stand still They got barbecued ribs, beer and wine Sometimes you know there ain't no bill Down at the Flat Top Joint The Flat Top Joint I'm gonna get my baby Man, you know she ain't no square If you ain't got no honey I bet you're gonna find one there Down at the Flat Top Joint The Flat Top Joint You know they got the best jukebox With Gene Vincent and Jerry Lee Lightnin' Hopkins, Jimmy Reed And the machine, it plays for free Down at the Flat Top Joint The Flat Top Joint Folks down there are friendly But there just might be a fight Well, a few broken chairs ain't no big deal Don't worry, it'll be all right Down at the Flat Top Joint The Flat Top Joint