Hot Rod Hotel

I'm a porter and a night clerk at the old Hot Rod
Hotel I clean and scrub the lobby down and thirty
one rooms as well I wax and shine their boots and
shoes, I brush down their crinkly clothes I meet
the buses and trains and show you to your door

Bell bottom pants brought two boys in at six
fourteen last night Two girls checked in at ten
o’two I flipped on the light The lamrods wife
looks in their doors and finds one terrible sight
Those boys and girls got bawled up in their doors
and rooms last night

A bloody flood could never mess these rooms
up any worse It looked like Moe had used this
room to grease and breed a horse Old gum and
hairs and sticky rags, old bottles on the floors
Gobs of spit and condom rubbers on the windows,
walls, and doors

The lammy tried to make me clean out that crappy
mess Or else he'd fire me off my job and let me
starve to death I laid aside my polish rag and
downed my dusting pan And I've not seen the old
Hot Rod nor that old town since then

Published by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. (BMI)/BMG Songs (ASCAP)

Words: Woody Guthrie 1949
Music: Billy Bragg 1996
Jay Bennett: Farfisa organ, mandolin, electric guitar
Billy Bragg: acoustic guitar, vocals
Ken Coomer: drums
John Stirratt: electric bass
Jeff Tweedy: acoustic guitar

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