Motel 6

Change my shirt and change my socks

Talk the talk and walk the walk

Find me a gun that shoots

Stick it in my cowboy boot

Load it up, I hit the road

Before my head explodes

I got a girl I love and a baby at home

But I was born to ramble, was born to roam

Like my papa, I'm a rolling stone

Some things I got to do on my own

Jump in my pickup truck with an old guitar and a little luck

I'll make it back home with a few bucks

It's time again to crisscross the South

I've done it so many times, I've lost count

Lookin' for a Motel 6 next to a Waffle House

I play the honky tonks and the coffee shops

I got songs for the criminals, song for the cops

In them smokey bars they ain't always listening

That's alright cause I'm a man on a mission

Well I'm out here living my dreams

Ain't nothing even really what it seems

Well I hitched from Vegas to Los Angeles

It didn't make me famous, but I can handle it

New York City down to New Orleans

I've laughed with the jokers, I've laid with the queens

I tried most things once and some things twice

And then I gave my soul to Jesus Christ

It's time again to crisscross the South

I've done it so many times, I've lost count

Lookin' for a Motel 6 next to a Waffle House

So I'll take one room, for one night

For one person, non smokin'

Lock the doors crank down the AC

Round about 68 degrees

Talk to the only friend that I brought along

This old guitar and I write this song

Wake up whatever time that pleases me

Head next door, eggs over easy

A cup of coffee and a glass of water

Wonder if I should marry my son's mother

Make that biscuits and gravy

And maybe we should just have another baby

It's time again to crisscross the South

I've done it so many times, I've lost count

Lookin' for a Motel 6 next to a Waffle House

It's time again to crisscross the South

I've done it so many times, I've lost count

Lookin' for a Motel 6 next to a Waffle House