Robert Earl Keen - The rose hotel

^GHe was walkin' through the ^Bmalley way Where the ^Cdrifters sleep and the ^Gwild dogs play The ^Ammoon was black, the ^Emsky was grey He ^Cthought he was ^Dalone ^GShe was waiting at the ^Bmrose hotel ^Cacross the street from the ^Gwishing well ^AmTurned the latch and ^Embroke a nail ^CChecked her mobile ^Dphone

^CSometimes you ^Grun, ^Dsometimes you ^Emstall ^CSometimes you ^Gdon't get up at ^Dall ^CSometimes you ^Drun, sometimes you ^Gfall

^GHe bought a ticket on the ^Bmuptown tram ^CGot off at 8th and ^GBirmingham ^AmWondered if she ^Emgave a damn ^Cabout him any^Dmore ^GShe hadn't seen him in a ^Bmyear or so ^CWhy he called she ^Gdid not know ^AmShe had the oldies on the ^Emradio and ^Csomeone at the ^Ddoor

^CSometimes you ^Grun, ^Dsometimes you ^Emstall ^CSometimes you ^Gdon't get up at ^Dall ^CSometimes you ^Drun, sometimes you ^Gfall

^GHe threw a nickle in the ^Bmwishin' well ^Ccrossed the street to The ^GRose Hotel ^AmGot no answer when he ^Emrang the bell So he ^Cgave a little ^Dshout ^GTiny watchman with a ^Bmbaseball bat A ^Ccheap cigar and a ^Gpersian cat ^AmTold him it was ^Emtoo bad that ^Cshe had just checked ^Dout

^CSometimes you ^Grun, ^Dsometimes you ^Emstall ^CSometimes you ^Gdon't get up at ^Dall ^CSometimes you ^Drun, sometimes you ^CSometimes you ^Grun, ^Dsometimes you ^Emstall ^CSometimes you ^Gdon't get up at ^Dall ^CSometimes you ^Drun, sometimes you ^Gfall