| Out on Route 66, way back to the sticks
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| Out on the old Chisolm trail
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| Just east of El Reno next to Ted’s Escondido
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| Sat the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| Lucille and Madonna slinging cheese enchiladas
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| Chain smoking non-filtered Pall Malls
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| Old men shooting pool and cursing like fools
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| At the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| Yeah the old Lucky Diamond, Lucky Diamond Motel
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| The Queen of the old mother road
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| There’s color TV and the kids eat for free
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| At the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| There’s air streams and truckers and two timing lovers
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| Teenagers out raising hell
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| There’s cowboys and shriners and old five and dimers
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| At the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| Room 23 was the first time for me
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| A stripper named Rita Cantrell
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| I spent all of my money on that sweet Spanish honey
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| At the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| Oh the sign said, we doze but we never do close
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| I remember her red dress so well
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| Old Rita’s passed on, the neon sign’s gone
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| At the old Lucky Diamond Motel
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| There’s a big wrecking ball
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| Just tore down the wall, a piece of America fell
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| Now I’m all for progress, but god knows that I miss
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| The old Lucky Diamond Motel |