Lyrics
Play Slim Harpo on the jukebox
Let me go with no shoes and socks
Let me go with no shoes and socks
Play Slim Harpo on the jukebox
There's a place where they don't know my face
And the bartender makes good hurricanes
And the highballs are a buck-twenty-five
And the walls come alive
Well I guess this is the low life
But it's where I want to be
This is the low life
Have a hurricane on me
On the front door there's a sign
Ain't got no shoes on never mind
Dr. John, maybe he was wrong
I've been in the right place all along
Well I guess this is the low life
But it's where I wanna be
This is the low life
Have a hurricane on me
Let me go with no shoes and socks
Let me go with no shoes and socks
Play Slim Harpo on the jukebox
There's a place where they don't know my face
And the bartender makes good hurricanes
And the highballs are a buck-twenty-five
And the walls come alive
Well I guess this is the low life
But it's where I want to be
This is the low life
Have a hurricane on me
On the front door there's a sign
Ain't got no shoes on never mind
Dr. John, maybe he was wrong
I've been in the right place all along
Well I guess this is the low life
But it's where I wanna be
This is the low life
Have a hurricane on me
