| Song | Standin' at the Big Hotel |
| Artist | Joe Ely |
| Album | Down on the Drag |
| 作词 : Hancock | |
| I was standin at a big hotel | |
| wishin everybody well | |
| but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell | |
| a big policeman on his beat | |
| pulled his pistol and he pointed at me | |
| lookin down the barrel I could see the gates of hell | |
| I was Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| so i went walkin down the avenue | |
| lookin for someone who looked like you | |
| but I never saw a face that seemed to ring a bell | |
| so I stopped beside the five and dime | |
| just window-shoppin and wastin time | |
| when along came a gal who sold me all she had to sell | |
| she left me Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| I lost my mind in the wilds of Hollywood | |
| I did some time in the shadows where I stood | |
| I let the cards fall where they fell... | |
| and I found myself Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| a blind lady with a big tin cup | |
| had her pencils all sharpened up | |
| she was standin in the door just to see what she could sell | |
| but nobody bought a thing all night | |
| they thought she was a pitiful sight | |
| Lord help the gal who helps herself | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| long gone are horse n buggy days | |
| big limousines are here to stay | |
| and when they see you to the door | |
| they want something for their help | |
| but I saw somebody make a little slip | |
| he only left the kid a ten cent tip | |
| you shoulda heard what I heard when I heard that bell boy yell... | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| Lord Lord what's the matter with me | |
| to pay so much for the song I sing | |
| when all I was doin was singin it to myself | |
| like standin in a stagnant stream | |
| with nothin in the world left to dream | |
| I was dyin at the bottom of a dried up wishin well | |
| I was Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| well I know what you're thinkin today | |
| I can feel it though I'm miles away | |
| everybody knows I love my southern belle | |
| but from the east to the wild wild west | |
| they say a bird in the hand is best | |
| so here I am with a bird dog and a bottle of muscatel | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel |
| zuò cí : Hancock | |
| I was standin at a big hotel | |
| wishin everybody well | |
| but if anybody paid me any mind it was hard to tell | |
| a big policeman on his beat | |
| pulled his pistol and he pointed at me | |
| lookin down the barrel I could see the gates of hell | |
| I was Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| so i went walkin down the avenue | |
| lookin for someone who looked like you | |
| but I never saw a face that seemed to ring a bell | |
| so I stopped beside the five and dime | |
| just windowshoppin and wastin time | |
| when along came a gal who sold me all she had to sell | |
| she left me Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| I lost my mind in the wilds of Hollywood | |
| I did some time in the shadows where I stood | |
| I let the cards fall where they fell... | |
| and I found myself Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| a blind lady with a big tin cup | |
| had her pencils all sharpened up | |
| she was standin in the door just to see what she could sell | |
| but nobody bought a thing all night | |
| they thought she was a pitiful sight | |
| Lord help the gal who helps herself | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| long gone are horse n buggy days | |
| big limousines are here to stay | |
| and when they see you to the door | |
| they want something for their help | |
| but I saw somebody make a little slip | |
| he only left the kid a ten cent tip | |
| you shoulda heard what I heard when I heard that bell boy yell... | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| Lord Lord what' s the matter with me | |
| to pay so much for the song I sing | |
| when all I was doin was singin it to myself | |
| like standin in a stagnant stream | |
| with nothin in the world left to dream | |
| I was dyin at the bottom of a dried up wishin well | |
| I was Standin' At A Big Hotel | |
| well I know what you' re thinkin today | |
| I can feel it though I' m miles away | |
| everybody knows I love my southern belle | |
| but from the east to the wild wild west | |
| they say a bird in the hand is best | |
| so here I am with a bird dog and a bottle of muscatel | |
| Standin' At A Big Hotel |