Cassette Demo
IT AIN'T MUCH, JUST A ROOF ABOVE MY HEAD. ONE SMALL ROOM, WHERE I CAN CRAWL IN BED. AS I SIT HERE IN THE SHADOWS, OF A FLASHING NEON SIGN. I PICK UP MY GUITAR, 'CAUSE MY FIRST SET STARTS AT NINE. MOTEL BARS, MOTEL BARS. I'M A FIVE NIGHT COUNTRY STAR. THE LADIES LOVE A PICKER, IT DON'T MATTER WHERE YOU ARE. I'VE TRIED DIGGIN' DITCHES, AND EVEN WASHIN' CARS, BUT HERE I AM DRUNK AGAIN, PLAYIN' MOTEL BARS. MOTEL BAR, I DON'T RECALL THE NAME. YOU SEE ONE, THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME. IS IT THE WAGON WHEEL OR THE TUMBLEWEED, THE BARMAID DOESN'T KNOW. I'LL MAKE SURE WHAT TOWN I'M IN, BEFORE I START MY SHOW. MOTEL BARS, MOTEL BARS. I'M A FIVE NIGHT COUNTRY STAR. THE LADIES LOVE A PICKER, IT DON'T MATTER WHERE YOU ARE. I'VE TRIED DIGGIN' DITCHES, AND EVEN WASHIN' CARS, BUT HERE I AM DRUNK AGAIN, PLAYIN' MOTEL BARS. HERE I AM DRUNK AGAIN, PLAYIN' MOTEL BARS.