Lord, Don't Let Me Die In A Cheap Motel

<p>Picking for the waitstaff 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 cant 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</p><p>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</p><p>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</p>