| Song | Hotel Chelsea Nights |
| Artist | Ryan Adams |
| Album | Lost & Found: Ryan Adams |
| 作曲 : Ryan Adams | |
| How long's it gonna be, babe | |
| Before I get over you, doll | |
| You're tearin' the stuff right out of me kid | |
| What with you living right up the hall | |
| And I'm tired of living in this hotel | |
| TV and dirty magazines | |
| And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd | |
| Street Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night | |
| Maybe you just didn't read me right | |
| The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair | |
| I played your song but | |
| I couldn't get the melody right | |
| Why don't you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands | |
| And I'm tired of living in this hotel | |
| Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets | |
| And I'm tired of livin' on 23rd | |
| Street Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night | |
| I fell like getting rid of all my things | |
| Maybe just disappear into the fall | |
| The traffic roars and my stomach screams | |
| Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall | |
| And I'm tired of living here in this hotel | |
| Following a rainbow into town | |
| And I'm just trying to get a little sleep | |
| Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan Adams | |
| How long' s it gonna be, babe | |
| Before I get over you, doll | |
| You' re tearin' the stuff right out of me kid | |
| What with you living right up the hall | |
| And I' m tired of living in this hotel | |
| TV and dirty magazines | |
| And I' m tired of livin' on 23rd | |
| Street Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night | |
| Maybe you just didn' t read me right | |
| The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair | |
| I played your song but | |
| I couldn' t get the melody right | |
| Why don' t you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands | |
| And I' m tired of living in this hotel | |
| Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets | |
| And I' m tired of livin' on 23rd | |
| Street Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night | |
| I fell like getting rid of all my things | |
| Maybe just disappear into the fall | |
| The traffic roars and my stomach screams | |
| Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall | |
| And I' m tired of living here in this hotel | |
| Following a rainbow into town | |
| And I' m just trying to get a little sleep | |
| Strung out like some | |
| Christmas lights | |
| Out there in the | |
| Chelsea night |