Little Hotel Room

Hotel Room - Ray Charles (雷·查爾斯)

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