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 three-hundred feet high
And the odds are stacked against it
But that sequoia somehow survives
Standing strong, standing proud
And that's 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
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
And 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
Gonna make the harmonica howl
Then I'll jump the boogie for the wild John Lee
And play the blues for the Blind Owl
