I left my worries in a one room shack

I′ll find some new one 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

Cheers to you

I got these motel blues

And nothing to lose

The air is heavy and my head is light

I heard you talking all through the night

No chance of sleeping but it's ok

This time tomorrow ill 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

And nothing to lose

Here′s to you

Dirty hotel blues

Just kick off your shoes

Cheers to you

I got these motel blues

And nothing to lose