Tom Russell - American hotel

Stephen sprawled a^Gcross the bed ^Dm Raised a bottle ^Gto his mouth ^C Pictures danced in^Gside his head ^Dm Gentle breezes f^Grom the south ^FCotton ^Amfields with ^Dmvoices ^Gringing ^Clow Old Black ^GJoe

And ^Chere's to one, ten^Gder and fair ^Dm Jeannie with the ^Glight brown hair ^C Raised a banjo ^Gto her knee ^Dm Sang a lovely ^Gmelody ^FWeep no ^Ammore, my ^Dmlady, ^Gshed your ^Ccare I'll be ^Gthere

And the ^CSwanee ^G/BRiver ^Amruns out^Gside the ^Fdoor And the ^Cwhiskey ^G/Bbottles ^Amgather ^Gon the ^Ffloor And the ^CCamptown ^G/Bladies ^Amstop and ^Gring the ^Fbell Of the A^Abmerican^G Ho^Ctel ^G

He ^Cwrote a song for ^Geveryone ^Dm Lifted hearts through^Gout the land ^C Now his world's an ^Gempty one A ^Dmbroken dream and a ^Gtrembling hand ^FSad and ^Amweary ^Dmevery^Gwhere he'd ^Croam Kentucky ^Ghome

And the ^CSwanee ^G/BRiver ^Amruns out^Gside the ^Fdoor And the ^Cwhiskey ^G/Bbottles ^Amgather ^Gon the ^Ffloor And the ^CCamptown ^G/Bladies ^Amstop and ^Gring the ^Fbell Of the A^Abmerican^G Ho^Ctel ^G

And the ^CSwanee ^G/BRiver ^Amruns out^Gside the ^Fdoor And the ^Cwhiskey ^G/Bbottles ^Amgather ^Gon the ^Ffloor And the ^CCamptown ^G/Bladies ^Amstop and ^Gring the ^Fbell Of the A^Abmerican^G Ho^Ctel ^G