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[Chorus]
There's a dancefloor in the swampland, reserved for just me and you;
And if you're smart, you'll have the heart
To cut a rug or two

Now we'll have a ball to the whip-poor-will's call, right until the sun comes back
For the night's our day, so the legends say
Of the Funk Shack way out back

[Verse]
It's a run-down, shotgun dancehall
Made of cypress, aspen, an' oak
With a ramshackle tin roof full of bullet-holes, that conveniently lets out the smoke

No one knows who built it
Let alone who holds the deed
But if you want fun, come get you some
This shack has all you need

[Chorus]

[Guitar Solo]

[Bass Solo]

[Verse]



[Chorus]
The bouncer's name is Jimmy
Bartender goes by Jack
No valet to be found, though
At this ragged, funky shack

We meet here on the weekends
And even in between
Lord knows we'd be here everyday
If our bosses weren't so mean

[Verse]
It's a run-down, shotgun dancehall
Made of cypress, aspen, an' oak
With a ramshackle tin roof full of bullet-holes, that conveniently lets out the smoke

No one knows who built it
Let alone who holds the deed
But if you want fun, come get you some
This shack has all you need