Alabama Motel Room
What is the life, if not a joke
One night she went out for smokes
And they took her apart like a rag doll
In the back of a van
In an Alabama motel room
I have on of them tied op in the bathroom
I am down and out
But he will not get away with it again
When the night comes in
I hope I'm out in the rain
When the night comes in
She makes me whole again
I never sleep, I just watch TV
And the gun, it lies next to me
Whispering
In an Alabama motel room
I reflect on her sweet perfume
I am down and out
But they will not get away with it again
Say you love me
We will never get the chance again
Writer/s: Matthew Good
