Banjo , Sullivan - Lord, Don't Let Me Die in a Cheap Motel lyrics
[Banjo , Sullivan - Lord, Don't Let Me Die in a Cheap Motel lyrics]
Picking for the wait'staff again baring
My soul up on stage
Where my guitars my only friend
Slurring the words to a hit song
From a bottle that never ends
Mama says Roy, before the devil does ya in
Lord don't let me die in a cheap motel
Gideon's bible on the nightstand can't save
Me from the gates of hell
Nothing more to offer no more soul to sell
Lord don't let me die in a cheap motel
Took em from their homes when they were young
Five times I married, had kids with every one
Never raised a hand in anger
Scarred em just the same
Mama said Roy, get home boy
Your playing the devils game
Washed in the blood of the lamb
Laying in the bathtub
With a pistol in my hand
Waiting on the reaper, to make my final stand
Mama said Roy get after boy
Your playing in the devil's band
My soul up on stage
Where my guitars my only friend
Slurring the words to a hit song
From a bottle that never ends
Mama says Roy, before the devil does ya in
Lord don't let me die in a cheap motel
Gideon's bible on the nightstand can't save
Me from the gates of hell
Nothing more to offer no more soul to sell
Lord don't let me die in a cheap motel
Took em from their homes when they were young
Five times I married, had kids with every one
Never raised a hand in anger
Scarred em just the same
Mama said Roy, get home boy
Your playing the devils game
Washed in the blood of the lamb
Laying in the bathtub
With a pistol in my hand
Waiting on the reaper, to make my final stand
Mama said Roy get after boy
Your playing in the devil's band