| He drove up to the motel
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| In his town and country car
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| He watched the working women
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| With the field hands from the farm
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| He walked into the lobby
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| With his pleased to see you smile
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| Scribbled on to the register
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| His fictitious name and smiled
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| The footsteps of a young girl
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| Came tapping along the hall
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| The outline of his features
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| Were shadowed on the wall
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| She stood a little nervous
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| Half lit by the neon light
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| That flashed in many colors
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| In the darkness of the night
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| The skin on his face like a well worn saddle
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| Smiled as he said goodnight
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| At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
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| As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
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| His shirt lay by his bedside
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| His jeans down by his feet
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| She swallowed hard and mumbled
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| With the key between her teeth
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| On went the television
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| The picture flickering slow
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| Top cat in the alley way
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| As they sat there all alone
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| He drove back up his driveway
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| In his town and country car
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| His wife was cooking chicken
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| With a baby in her arms
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| The smell of home cooked dinner
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| Filled the air at home that night
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| Screaming, ‽Officer Dibbleâ€
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| In the TV’s flickering light
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| Slumped in his favorite armchair
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| His face as gray as stone
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| His feet up on the table
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| Next to the chicken bones
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| He seemed to show no feelings
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| Picking corn out from his teeth
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| The police down at the motel
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| As the blood dried on the sheets
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| The skin on his face like a well worn saddle
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| Smiled as he said goodnight
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| At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
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| As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
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| At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
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| As the girls wiped the tears
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| As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes |