Merle Haggard — Little Hotel Room

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 Plaster on the ceiling just about to fall There's a picture hanging crooked on the wall The music from the radio plays on For a moment there, I thought I heard our song Oh, there's no place like home And it's lonesome in this little hotel room Through 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? 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 Yeah, it's lonesome in this little hotel room