Well, I's up this morning, Blues walking like a man. Now it's Friday night, and the juke joint is rockin'. Dress sharp, step out, and bring your blade. Dance 'til dawn and anything goes. There's more than good times and smoking blues going down tonight. Everybody has secrets. Everybody wants something they might kill or die for. If you were smart you'd never have come. But now you're here, and nobody leaves without the Walking Blues.