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Motel River

There's something to be said for. This attempt to get you to relate to me more. If there's a time and a place to cry. Franklin at 2 seems just about

Everyone's got problems. Everyone thinks today will be the day to break them. There's never time to decide if you're gonna sleep at night. If everything

door With an unloaded gun And an unsettled score Well I'll never drag this river I'll never drag this river X2 I'll never drag this river down

Boss, the government handshake Yes Boss, the crusher of language Yes Boss, Mr. Stillwater The face at the edge of the banquet The cool, the cool river The cool, the cool river

me a room for the night?" We argue about currency, and then Says, "I can stay for the night" In this Panama city motel I came out on the freeway again In this Panama city motel

layin' at the low rent hotel? Did you hear them say that the CIA is witness To the murder of a man at a motel in Memphis? Motel in Memphis, motel in

know that much about it I knew Mary Tyler Moore and I knew Profane Existence I was keyed up, keys jangled in the stalls They counted money in the motels

the morning, so let's not be shy I'll be shy The door opens, the room winces The housekeeper comes in without a warning I squint at the muscular motel

It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9 Over the river where we weren't well-known Now it's two coffees then off to the office Then back in the driveway