Blind Owl

Midnight in Kansas City Hot summer rain falling down Another gig, another barroom Way out on the outskirts of town Folks are dancing and sweating Somewhere between salvation and sin And when the morning sun rises I'll be back on the road again Headed for the next joint I'm gonna make this guitar growl Gonna blow the roof off it, baby Gonna make the harmonica howl Then I'll jump the boogie for John Lee And play the blues for the Blind Owl Out in wild California, there's a redwood piercing the sky Rising up from the forest, over 300 feet high And the odds are stacked against it But that sequoia somehow survives Standing strong, standing proud That's where the Blind Owl still flies Headed for the next joint I'm gonna make this guitar growl I'm gonna blow the roof off it, baby I'm gonna make the harmonica howl Then I'll jump the boogie for old John Lee and I play the blues for the Blind Owl Midnight in New York City Or some barroom off the highway Load in the gear, turn up the amps 'Cause we damn sure came here to play The odds are stacked against us But somehow, we still survive Standing strong, standing proud Where the Blind Owl still flies Headed for the next joint I'm gonna make this guitar growl Gonna blow the roof off it, baby I'm gonna make the harmonica howl I'll gonna jump the boogie for the wild John Lee Play the blues for the Blind Owl