| Ive got a blue motel room
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| With a blue bedspread
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| Ive got the blues inside and outside my head
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| Will you still love me When I call you up when Im down
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| Here in savannah its pouring rain
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| Palm trees in the porch light like slick black cellophane
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| Will you still love me When I call you up when I get back to town
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| I know that youve got all those pretty girls coming on Hanging on your boom-boom-pachyderm
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| Will you tell those girls that youve got german measles
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| Honey, tell them youve got germs
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| I hope youll be thinking of me Because Ill be thinking of you
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| While Im traveling home alone
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| Tell those girls that youve got joni
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| Shes coming back home
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| Ive got road maps
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| From two dozen states
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| Ive got coast to coast just to contemplate
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| Will you still love me When I get back to town
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| Its funny how these old feelings hang around
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| You think theyre gone
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| No, no They just go underground
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| Will you still love me When I get back to l.a. |
| town
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| You and me, were like america and russia
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| Were always keeping score
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| Were always balancing the power
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| And that can get to be a cold cold war
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| Were going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk
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| In some neutral cafe
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| You lay down your sneaking round the town, honey
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| And Ill lay down the highway
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| Ive got a blue motel room
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| With a blue bedspread
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| Ive got the blues inside and outside my head
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| Will you still love me When I get back to town |