Hat Rack Motel

SINGIN’ MY SONGS IN THE HAT RACK MOTEL

IN THE VALLEY OF YUCCA CAME IN ON A RAIL

RIGHT IN THRU TOPOCK THRU THE DUST AND THE HAIL

AND I’M SINGIN’ MY SONGS IN THE HAT RACK MOTEL

HER NAME WAS CARLINA AND IT WAS EASY TO SEE

THAT I’D FALL SO HARD FOR HER LAY MY HEART OUT TO BLEED

WE ROLLED AROUND TOGETHER TWO NIGHTS AND A DAY

AND BY EARLY NEXT MORNING WE PARTED OUR WAYS

THE NEON LIGHTS AND THE CRISP DESERT AIR

THE JUMPIN’ CHULAS AND THE SMELL OF HER HAIR

GUESS I’LL RIDE ON TO BARSTOW TO SEE MY BROTHER BANDITO

TURN SOME TABLES OVER AND RAISE US SOME HELL

THEN I’LL RIDE BACK TO THE HAT RACK MOTEL

THE NEON LIGHTS AND THE CRISP DESERT AIR

THE JUMPIN’ CHULAS AND THE SMELL OF HER HAIR

GUESS I’LL RIDE ON TO BARSTOW TO SEE MY BROTHER BANDITO

TURN SOME TABLES OVER AND RAISE US SOME HELL

AND I’LL RIDE BACK TO THE HAT RACK MOTEL

PERHAPS I’LL SEE CARLINA ON SOME HIGH DESERT PLAIN

YEA CALL OUT AMONGST THE COYOTES LET THE WIND CALL HER NAME

THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER I WILL CHERISH UNTIL

YEA SHE RIDES RIGHT OUTTA YUCCA IN HER BLUE COUP DEVILLE

THE NEON LIGHTS AND THE CRISP DESERT AIR

THE JUMPIN’ CHULAS AND THE SMELL OF HER HAIR

GUESS I’LL RIDE ON TO BARSTOW TO SEE MY BROTHER BANDITO

TURN SOME TABLES OVER AND RAISE US SOME HELL

AND I’LL RIDE BACK TO THE HAT RACK MOTEL