La Letra Melancólica: «Houlihans at the Holiday Inn»

One month on the road will leave you wonderin'

How any man could ever want for more?

But three months on the road will leave you stumblin'

Fallin' through another hotel door

Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when

And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin

Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

Highwayside grazin' herd of cattle

Folks 'round here pulled in a decent yield

A view best taken in from the saddle

I'm starin' through this dirty, cracked windshield

Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when

And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin

Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

If I'm paid well, a tale I'll tell and sing

And I seldom pay a cent for my drinks

Folks in here tonight, they think I'm a king

I'd trade it all for a double-rigged saddle and a good pair of chinks

Throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

Haven't put boot heel to belly since can't remember when

And I'll sing you all the songs of my workin' cowboy kin

Then it's back to throwin' houlihans at the Holiday Inn

Then it's back to throwin' houlies at the Holiday Inn

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