Lord, Don't Let Me Die In A Cheap Motel Lyrics - Singles - Banjo & Sullivan

Picking for the wait staff again, baring my soul up on stage 

Where my guitar's my only friend 

Slurring the words to a hit song from a bottle that never ends 

Mama says, Roy, get home, boy, before the devil does ya in 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Gideon's Bible on the nightstand 

Can't save me from the gates of hell 

Nothing more to offer, no more soul to sell 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Took 'em from their homes when they were young 

Five times I married, had kids with every one 

Never raised a hand in anger, scarred 'em, just the same 

Mama said, Roy, get home, boy, you're playing the devils game 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Gideon's Bible on the nightstand 

Can't save me from the gates of hell 

Nothing more to offer, no more soul to sell 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Washed in the blood of the lamb 

Laying in the bathtub, with a pistol in my hand 

Waiting on the reaper, to make my final stand 

Mama said, Roy, get after, boy, you're playing in the devil's band 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Gideon's Bible on the nightstand 

Can't save me from the gates of hell 

Nothing more to offer, no more soul to sell 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel 

Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel