Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
Greg Brown
I said I'd never come to this ugly old hotel again
Baby, here I am
I said I'd never knock again on # 22
Baby, how are you?
Some nights something grabs you and
You don't even know what it is
Give me a kiss
Leave that black slip on and dance just like you
Did last time
I'm so glad your plans for leaving fell through -
Just like mine
Ain't no air conditioning, the ceiling fan don't work
Too well
Guess we'll have to sweat it out again at the
Ballingal Hotel
One night I knocked on the wrong door
And myself as an old man answered - so drunk
And so poor
I said I'd never come again to this ugly old hotel -
But what the hell