Butch Hancock
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Well, I was standin' at a big hotel, just wishin' everybody well
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If anybody paid me any mind, it was hard to tell
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Then a big cop on his beat, took out his pistol and pointed at me
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Lookin' down the barrel, I swore I saw the gates of hell
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Standing at the big hotel
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Well, I walked on down the avenue,
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Just lookin' for someone that I looked like you
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I couldn't see a face that seemed to ring a bell
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And then I stopped beside the five and dime
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Just window shoppin' and wastin' time
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Along came a gal, she sold me all she had to sell
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She left me standin' at the big hotel
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Chorus:
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And then I lost my mind, in the wilds of Hollywood
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Then I spent some time in the shadows where I stood
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And I let those cards fall just where they fell
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And then I found myself, standin' at the big hotel
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Lord, Lord, what's the matter with me
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I pay so much for the song I sing
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And all I'm doin' is singin' em to myself
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It's like standin' in a stagnant stream
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With no water in the world left to drink
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I was down at the bottom of a dried up wishin' well
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Just standin' at a big hotel
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Chorus
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Standin' At The Big Hotel
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
