I left my worries in a one-room shack
I'll find some new ones as I'm walking back
You came and left me in a cloud of dust
I'm seeing faces in a patch of rust
The light is getting low
It's hard to make it out
These walls are paper thin
No need to shout
No numbers on the doors
It's hard to work it out
But there's nowhere else to go
Here's to you, dirty hotel blues
Just kick off your shoes, ah-ah-ah-ah
Cheers to you, I got these motel blues
And nothing to lose
Ah, ah-ah, ah
The air is heavy and my head is light
I heard you talking all through the night
No chance of sleeping but it's okay
This time tomorrow, I'll be on my way
The light is getting low
It's hard to make it out
These walls are paper thin
No need to shout
No numbers on the doors
It's hard to work it out
But there's nowhere else to go
Here's to you, dirty hotel blues
Got nothing to lose
Ah, ah-ah, ah
Here's to you, dirty hotel blues
Just kick off your shoes, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Cheers to you, I got these motel blues
And nothing to lose
Ah, ah-ah, ah
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