Ballingall Hotel - Greg Brown

I said I’d never come to this ugly old hotel again

Baby, here I am

I said I’d never knock again on # 22

Baby, how are you?

Some nights something grabs you and

You don’t even know what it is

Give me a kiss

Leave that black slip on and dance just like you

Did last time

I’m so glad your plans for leaving fell through —

Just like mine

Ain’t no air conditioning, the ceiling fan don’t work

Too well

Guess we’ll have to sweat it out again at the

Ballingal Hotel

One night I knocked on the wrong door

And myself as an old man answered — so drunk

And so poor

I said I’d never come again to this ugly old hotel —

But what the hell