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• Artiste: Chris Wall
• Titre: El Western Motel
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(Verse) Down at the old El Western Motel There’s a sturdy old cowboy in room number 12 Since the ranches closed down It’s all shot to hell Forced to move into town El Western Motel (Verse) 40 hard years he rode for the brand Ridin and ropin, a top heir hand Hit off with a handshake from a smug lonely man Thanks for 40 hard years that you rode for the brand (Verse) They gave him a week to pack up and go In 22 minutes he was off down the road Everything that he owned in an old flatbed Ford 40 years gathers in a 2-54 (Chorus) And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he’s a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he’ll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide (Verse) Just down the road there’s a silver spur bar Stretch of the legs, not very far Every night at the very same barstool he sits Keeps to himself, he smiles and he tips (Verse) Now and then in this tavern there’s some drunken fool Who feels free to join him pulls up the stool His eyes, they glance over He ain’t drunk, he’s just bored There’s no joker story that he ain’t heard before (Chorus) And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he’s a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he’ll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide (Verse) Cowboy at Christmas brings a rodeo crowd They’re young and they’re pretty and they’re pretty damn loud His eyes play a trick, so quick he’s not sure A young barrel racer that reminds him of her (Verse) In the side him’s the young man that’s yearning the lance Buy her a drink and ask her to dance He’ll be danged if he’ll play the old fool cliché Their eyes almost meet and his turn away (Chorus) And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger Now he’s a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he’ll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide (Verse) The maid is knockin with clean towels and fresh sheets The guy down in 12 ain’t been seen in a week The desk clerk, he comes and he uses his key Finds him dead on the bed, John Wayne on TV (Verse) The good will they came to sort through his stuff A buckle, a saddle and a Winchester pump Picture of a girl once with the car Take back together and two purple hearts (Verse) Down at the spur came the word that he passed And his bar room buddies all hoisted a glass In voice raised a toast with the deepest regret Now he’s only remembered by those triumphal bids (Chorus) And he once reeked of whiskey and horse flesh and danger And he died a stranger in this little town Tonight in his dreams he’ll pack up and ride Through the summer of life upon the divide Through the summer of life upon the divide Down at the old El Western Motel