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