Little Hotel Room - Ray Charles (雷·查尔斯)/Merle Haggard
A one man celebration ain't what I had in mind
As I sit here sippin' on a glass of wine
There's a working telephone beside my bed
The way the calls are coming in
You'd think the line was dead
Oh there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
The plaster on the ceiling just about to fall
There's a picture hanging crooked on the wall
The music on the radio plays on
For a moment there I thought they were playing our song
Oh there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
From the window I can see a falling star
I wonder if you see it where you are
And wouldn't it be something if it's true
That you would make the same wish that I do
Oh there's no place like home
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
And it's lonesome in this little hotel room
