No Motel
Songwriters - Dustin Lee Martin, Scotch Taylor

VERSE
There’s an ashtray on the counter
Next to a hard pack of Marlboro Golds
Girl, I know it’s empty, without even lookin’
I know you were here, and you weren’t alone
And I’d swear on a Gideon’s Bible
If you’d have asked me a month ago
What I thought about the future
Well I’d have told you we were good as gold

CHORUS
But(Cause)(And); your things are still here
And(But) you’re already gone
I wish you’d drop off your key, baby
I’d rather be lonely all alone
I wish I was dreamin'
But this is a livin' hell
Ain’t it time you were leavin’
Baby, this ain’t no motel

VERSE
I talk your Momma, every time she calls
Don’t know (1)Why you keep her cryin’ wonderin’ where you are
Hidin’ out on the East Side with somebody new
Draggin’ in at 6 am with them amphetamine blues
I know when you’ve been here, cause you never lock the door
There’s lipstick on a cigarette, and clothes on the floor
It ain’t been easy, I still get to feelin’ bad
Lookin’ around at everything we had

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BRIDGE
Ain’t it time you were checkin’ out
You been checkin’ in with everybody but me
This ain’t no Motel 6, can’t come to get to your fix
Anytime you want it

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No, this ain’t no motel
Baby, this ain’t no motel
Naw…..this ain’t no motel


I’ve been runnin’ these ol roads since I turned left out of town at seventeen
It’s been a long ol’ stretch of white lines, keepin’ it between the ditches and the trees
No matter where I go, I always wind in a bind
Just tryin’ to get ahead, and everytime, I wind up further behind



CHORUS
Now, I’m sittin’ on the side of the highway
With these ol’ brokedown blues
Wastin’ money by the minute
I ain’t got no time to lose
I’ve been stickin’ out my thumb, waitin’ on someone
To come along, who’s walked a mile or two in my shoes
Sittin’ on the side of the highway, with these ol’ brokedown blues

VERSE
I’ve seen about a hundred cars go by, ain’t nobody stopped to see
No, they all stop long enough that they can gawk and point at me
Now I don’t mind their rubberneckin’, but won’t somebody give me a ride?
I need to get to where I’m going, man, ain’t this here the story of my life?

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BRIDGE
Tires and wires, burnt transmissions
I’m out of gas, what else am I missin'?
Always somethin’, everywhere I go
I don’t get too far, before I know

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