Brian McGrath - Diplomat Motel Blues

Well I got woke up in a white-hot fever
Hear you call my name girl
But I can't see you

In a cold sweat
I ain't getting any sleep tonight
I gotta go now, gotta get a move on

Walk out on the back porch
Breath the cold night air in
Take one more drag on my last Parliament

The night's a'waitin' for some rough loving
And I'm gonna give it some yeah
Some real attention

Well I guess I don't know
But I sure hope so
Let's get a move on

Meet her down at the motel
Foster and Lincoln
You know they charge by the hour girl
Rooftop to the basement

Gonna stop and see Betty
She's gonna make me feel like a real big man
I've been broken, but I'm on the mend now

Wake up in a strange bed
Wake up in town
Wake up with a strange face
Dead eyes staring me down

Well if I could girl
You know I would now
But both my hands are tied up
This ain't a kind world

Well I guess I don't know
But I sure hope so
Let's get a move on

Smoking Marlboro Reds now
Telling white lies now
I've been feeling blue now
Got bloodshot eyes now

My last dollar
Ripped from my cold dead hands by a demon woman
But I'm on the mend now

Just one more whiskey, Lord
Just one more pint, Lord
God, I need one more shot
Gotta get my head right

Been working on a plan, man
To get me the hell out of this dark place
But I'll wake up, gonna do it again

Well I guess I don't know
But I sure hope so
Let's get a move on

Let's get a move on

Written by:
Brian McGrath

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