I was born a ramblin man
With swamp water on my hand
Daddy died young and I had to help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I learned how to honky-tonk mo^an
And learned to sleep in a different bed every night.
Sometimes we slept in the car
Lots of times we slept some old in a bar
Well then we got a bus and we, thought we were flyin real high
But the best place I ever stayed
Were I really learned how sing and to play
I got the good times on my mind at the Hotel Whiskey.
Chorus:
Lord I want to go back down there to Hotel Whiskey
Oh I wanna drink and dance and watch the ladies prance and get frisky
(Yes I do)
No I m not gonna worry about drivin a car
I ll go up and get a room and bring my old guitar
I got the good times on my mind down there at the Hotel Whiskey.
I m not a kid anymore
But this ain t no mid-life crisis
Because a whiskey and women have always been my vices
I m gonna buy a drink and take it to the band
And talk to that gal that s got my heart in her hand
I got the good times on my mind at the Hotel Whiskey.
Chorus2:
Lord I want to go back down to Hotel Whiskey
I m gonna drink and dance and watch the women prance and get frisky (Yes in deed)
No I m not gonna worry about drivin a car
I got a bottle and a room and my old guitar
I got the good times on my mind down at the Hotel Whiskey.
(What do you say Clint?)
Hank before I die I wanna ramble on
And go with you and listen to them songs
I got the good times on my mind
Ya well let s blow it out one more time
Well Hank, let s go all unwind, down at the Hotel Whiskey.
