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You can open the window |
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Where the sunset meets the sea |
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Everything's for sale |
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Everything's for free |
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Sweet mother Mary |
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Sells her fortunes well |
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She's got all the answers |
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Just might save you from hell |
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Across the street at the bottomless cup |
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You can drink and drink but you can |
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Never get enough |
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You can have yours with sweet and low |
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You might even have the blues to go |
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One shot Johnny |
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Got a dog on a rope |
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Goin' from table to table |
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With a pocket full of hope |
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Rodeo riders and scarlet women |
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Lean against your walls |
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The show they're waitin' for |
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Is just three steps down the hall |
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The of king of jive looks like the queen of please |
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Makes his livin' on his hands and knees |
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You give and you give 'till you give it all |
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Oh, just think if these walls could talk, oh |
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I've climbed so high |
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And I've surely fell |
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Every story has a hero |
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Down at the Cadillac Hotel |
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El Dorado Slim |
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Works behind the desk |
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Either day or night |
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He can handle any request |
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J. C.'s screamin' |
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Bout turnin' water to wine |
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Got all in a big brown bag |
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In the lobby, just past nine, in an old Maytag |
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The homeless and haunted and street Van Gogh's |
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Lace their souls up tight |
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Hang your coat on a fin, you finally got in |
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Get ready for Cadillac night |
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Across the street at the bottomless cup |
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It's not about money, you can never get enough |
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A handful of honesty, a fist full of pride |
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It's not how you live, it's how you survive |
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I've climbed so high |
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And I've surely fell |
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Every story has a hero |
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Down at the Cadillac Hotel |
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I've climbed so high |
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And I've surely fell |
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Ten thousand feet to zero |
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Down at the Cadillac Hotel |
