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