i was sitting at home all alone when i heard that telephone ring and there on the line was a friend of mine saying he wasn t doing a thing so i m stepping out on the town tonight to party where the drinks are free there s a sweet young thing ready and waiting on me young and fine strike you blind smokestack lightning make you lose your mind she s got looks that kill can fire at will smokestack lightning she s all i need when we got to the place i got me a taste i knew she d be good for a game dancing out on the floor she was ready for more she knew all the boys by their names i said hey sweet thing let me pull your string let me take you home i woke up in a hour with my money and my memory gone young and fine strike you blind smokestack lightning 
['album rock', 'blues rock', 'classic rock', 'country rock', 'hard rock', 'mellow gold', 'rock', 'southern rock']