From the book 'The Rock and Roll Cookbook'
Lyrics
Last Chance Roadhouse
Rockin’ wall-to-wall, somebody hollered “last call”,
nobody’s goin’ home.
The joint is heavin’ nobody’s leavin’
while there’s pork still left on the bone.
At the Last Chance Roadhouse,
at the Last Chance Roadhouse,
they come from all points south,
to the Last Chance Roadhouse.
Ain’t no lattes here, just hot wings and beer,
and some home-brewed Roadhouse shine.
They brew it out back, Barney cuts ‘em some slack,
‘cause he thinks it tastes real fine.
At the Last Chance Roadhouse,
at the Last Chance Roadhouse,
they come from all points south,
to the Last Chance Roadhouse.
Hell, the air condition ain’t worked since Nixon,
it gets real hot inside.
The boys don't care, the pretty girls wear,
as little as the law will abide.
At the Last Chance Roadhouse,
at the Last Chance Roadhouse,
they come from all points south,
to the Last Chance Roadhouse.
They come from all points south,
to the Last Chance Roadhouse.
(c) 2016 Ray Weaver/Morten Wittrock