Sleazy Motel Blues

I got these damn four walls, and it smells like last week’s cigarettes,
the carpets got these burn marks and the bed ain’t been made quite yet.
Outside a diesel’s running, because it’s so damn cold,
I haven’t slept the last four nights, and its getting mighty old.

The whisky’s on the night-stand, with a pot of coffee too,
What a way to start a day, with the sleazy motel blues.
I know I’m spending too much time, drinkin’ and being drunk,
but what else is a man to do when he’s down on his luck.

The TV’s on the blink again, it’s the wind they say.
And if I do not pay the bill, I’ll be out today.
I got enough, to get by now, for this room and cheap whiskey,
but I wish the hell there was something on the black and white TV.

I got the heavy shades pulled shut , it’s too damn bright outside
And when I look at the broken mirror it looks like I just died.
I get to feeling queasy with the shakes every now and then,
but that’s right where the whisky and the Lucky Strikes come in.

It always feels like winter here, the sun don’t come in much.
And when I’m feeling lonely, I miss a woman’s touch.
Can’t say where I’ll go from here, maybe the streets or jail,
but I just can’t yet leave this place, life’s got me on the rail.