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EIGHTEEN DOLLAR ROOM
Craig Moreau

In reality he's just another old man searching for the time of Jesse James

In my mind he's still an outlaw riding those great western plains

Used to like to talk about the times when cars were few

And how that old horse was a friend

Now he's living in an eighteen dollar room

With a broken soul that you can't mend

He was once known to sing a good song and tell a story that'd curl your hair

Rode the wild bulls in the rodeo but that never got him anywhere

He used to like to talk about the time that cars were few

And how that old horse was a friend

Now he's living in an eighteen dollar room

With 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 it's funny the truth a mirror can tell

I used to like to talk about the times when cars were few

And how that old horse was a friend

Now I'm living in an eighteen dollar room

With a broken soul that you can't mend

Yes I'm living in an eighteen dollar room

With a broken soul that you can't mend