I've got a blue motel room
With a blue bedspread
Will you still love me
I've got the blues inside and outside my head
When I call you up when I'm down
Here in Savannah it's pouring rain
Palm trees in the porch light like slick black cellophane
Will you still love me
I know that you've got all those pretty girls coming on
When I call you up when I get back to town
Hanging on your boomWill you tell those girls that you've got German Measles
Honey, tell them you've got germs
I hope you'll be thinking of me
Tell those girls that you've got Joni
Because I'll be thinking of you
While I'm traveling home alone
She's coming back home I've got road maps
From two dozen states
I've got coast to coast just to contemplate
Will you still love me
When I get back to town
You think they're gone
No, no
It's funny how these old feelings hang around
They just go underground
When I get back to L.A. town
You and me, we're like America and Russia
Will you still love me
We're always balancing the power
We're always keeping score
And that can get to be a cold cold war
In some neutral cafe
We're going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk You lay down your sneaking round the town, honey
I've got a blue motel room
With a blue bedspread
And I'll lay down the highway
Will you still love me
I've got the blues inside and outside my head
When I get back to town.
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