When I woke up this morning I was all alone Stretched out in bed Two hundred miles from home In some old motel I don't know What's to become of me I
D. Whaddya think, Ben? - Uh, the F sounds good... - Just like a...) The last time I saw Elvis He was shooting at a colour TV The phones were ringing in the pink motel
, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort Dog?s in the house, bitch She?s a punk-ass bitch, hoe, tramp and a slut Took her to the motel just to fuck
simple, it's not really nothin' All you have to do is move somethin' Now let's find a motel Now let's find a motel Now let's find a motel So I can see
's gettin bad on a nigga, now I'm beepin you too And meet me at the hot spot and work that skirt You know the blue one, the new one, girl you know the
her dress I was shy I turned away (Aah) Before she caught my eye I was shakin' in my shoes (Aah) Whenever she flashed those baby blues Something had
, nicknamed her Tater Tot cause of how we met, cool I need a shower, bet Found a motel on the strip, I'm checkin in when out the blue some Mexicans came
moon every time the wind blows Why do I do the things that I do? Who are you? Fuck you and fuck Jerry Lou too Fucked your mother at the Motel 8 Fingers
bit of Agent Orange, a hot caca, Hot ---, I rock bodies, tombing they ass, Cock naughties, broom in the ass, I probably fuck 'em till they get blue in
Highways and dance halls, a good song takes you far Your write about the moon and you dream about the stars Blues in old motel rooms, girls in daddy's
play" And he says: "There's always more than one way . . . This is work not play" Refrain: I see the ghosts of my childhood . . . Dressed in blue, they
motel for sale, a cafe and a jail In all of the valleys under lucky stars By the satellite dishes and the non-runnin' cars I'm feelin' all the people dreamin' Blue
since i was nice i never brought you flowers you never came twice just midnight meetings in random motels illicit dealings with nothing to sell the concrete fleas the electric trees blue
my heart out of my chest and hold it for you to inspect And while the blood dripped down our hands, we could kiss The apartment ambiance is like a motel Little town blues
go up in smoke It's another blue grass morning I'm gonna blow my mind away In this smoke old motel room Looks like it's gonna be another blue grass
heavens, it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines is a song so wild and blue It scrambles time
.A. Woman Sunday afternoon L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon Drive thru your suburbs Into your blues, into your blues, yeah Into your blue-blue Blues Into your blues