Eighteen Dollar Room
Eighteen Dollar Room

In reality he’s just another old man
Stuck back in the time of Jesse James
But in my mind he’s still an outlaw
Riding those great western plains

He used to like to talk about
The times when cars were few
And how that old horse was a friend
But now hers living
In an eighteen dollar room
A broken soul that you can’t mend

He was once know to sing a good song
Tell A story that would curl your hair
Rode wild bulls in the rodeo
But that never got him anywhere

He used to like to talk about
The times when cars were few
And how that old horse was a friend
But now hers living
In an eighteen dollar room
A broken soul that you can’t mend

Yes it’s true I knew the old man
You might even say I knew him well
He looks at me and cries every morning
Funny the truth a mirror can tell

I used to like to talk about
The time when cards were few
And how that old horse was my friend
How I’m loving in eighteen dollar room
A broken should that you can’t mend