This song is for you big motel on the mountain Just in thought to pass the time And for the people who have loved And some have been loved And some were
the beams we used to build our house are breaking at last. the building will not hold together very much longer. my arms are young, and they can do
Vertaling: Tom T. Hall. Big Motel Op Die Berg.
I want to follow you home If you are walking alone in my neighborhood Oh no I?m not insecure Two stops to the methadone clinic is all I?m really asking
And it's goodbye to that yellow-headed misery I've known Snake Mountain is callin' Is callin' me home Got the Snake Mountain blues X4 Got the Snake Mountain
I scored some speed in San Berdino So me and baby could get a little bump And now she?s in that motel room Puttin? on a show for some chump Yeah, well
ten to nine, three to two I'll always be one up on you Like nightfall makes the sun go down Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around From the sea to the mountains the mountains
damn good too but you can't be any geek off the street Gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean Earn your keep, regulators, mount up It
that went out in '93 Still locin, blunted and smokin' Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me End up in Motel
Oh it's been too many times, and I can't go back Night bars, guitars, rundown motels like shacks What it mounts up to, I don't want it at all Lost you
sweet loving arms Empty pockets, motel beds Airline tickets, words better left unsaid Strange kisses get the ghost What I miss is what she'll never know Everyday another mountain, another mountain
knows the good times have all come and gone There's nobody home on the range anymore They closed down the bunk house and padlocked the door Now there' s oil wells and motels
at least we was headed for the promised land On our hillbilly honeymoon No champagne Caviar or Cordon Bleu A can of Vienna Sausage and a Mountain Dew
I've seen the sunset from the top of a mountain, And I've walked the streets of Kathmandu I've seen a sky so full of stars, I couldn't count them But
The lamppost could swear It had seen me before and stared As I stumbled through the motel door The dirty mirror Also thought I looked familiar But commented
damn good too But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep! REGULATORS!!! MOUNT UP
Somewhere in the mountains, in northern Alabama The Carolina lady waits for her man from Tennessee And somewhere in a motel out in Oklahoma There's the
Driving along on that endless road just headin' for the silver sky. Rolling along to a brand new song dreamin' up another lie. Through mountains in
