HARD ROCKABILLY CAFE
(Sue Fink & Rob Heath)
BRENT McATHEY (CRITERION MUSIC, 1999)

Hey firecracker eyes with that four alarm dress
Whatchoo doin' in a place like this
With juke box Goldie's and watered down booze
Ain't gonna light that fuse
You need a little Hillbilly Boogie
Shoot to kill Boogie Woogie
I know where they play it every night
And baby its dynamite

Over at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Baby at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Mix you and me a place like that
Guaranteed gonna be a blast
At the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe

It's the last of its kind tucked away from it all
Where they play their guitars
Don't hang 'em on the wall
Where Uptown Country meets Rhythm & Blues
The Ghost of Elvis plays "Blue Suede Shoes"
Come on pretty baby, let's get crazy
Don't worry 'bout steppin' on anyone's toes
Everything and anything goes

Over at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Baby at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Mix you and me a place like that
Guaranteed gonna be a blast
At the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe

Got a cat on the sticks really knows how to kick
And the bass and guitar never ever miss a lick
Honey if your hearts desire, is to play with fire
I'm a match and I'm lookin' for a flame to throw
And there's only one place to go

Over at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Baby at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Mix you and me a place like that
Guaranteed gonna be a blast
At the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe

Over at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Baby at the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Mix you and me a place like that
Guaranteed gonna be a blast
At the Hard Rock, Hard Rockabilly Cafe
Oh baby let's blow this place