[Verse 1] Little hotel with five rooms off the county road Hand-painted sign, one tube light, gravel under every load Desk bell’s got a dent, and the radio’s always low She looks up from the ledger like she already knows [Pre-Chorus] A heel tap, a palm slap Soda fizz and collar seams When that first beat catches the room Nobody’s staying still for long [Chorus] Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long In that little hotel, we drag our feet across Clapping on the two and four, boots on the boards Spinning till the old paint flakes, yelling for some more Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long Five small rooms and every door comes alive [Verse 2] Room three, Lena and Dot, perfume mixed with smoke Hairpins in the saucer, lipstick on the Coke A thrift-store dress over a chair, a lamp with a crooked shade Fan blades ticking slow while the whole bed frame sways Room four, Pete and Jo, ice chest by the sink Hot air through the vent, flat ginger ale to drink Towels on the knob, chrome ring on the glass Soap bar gone soft, laughter sliding past Room one, Ruby and Clay, dog-eared Bible on the sill Camels in the ashtray, red dirt on the windowsill Key tag on the dresser, boots kicked under the bed Room two, Nellie and Ray, old clock clicking in their heads Room five, June and Mac, screen door slams to life Every little thing in there reads like Saturday night [Pre-Chorus] A heel tap, a palm slap Soda fizz and collar seams When that first beat catches the room Nobody’s staying still for long [Chorus] Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long In that little hotel, we drag our feet across Clapping on the two and four, boots on the boards Spinning till the old paint flakes, yelling for some more Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long Five small rooms and every door comes alive [Bridge] Out past the stairs and the vending light Every kid here knows the cue One snap, one laugh, one swing of the night And the whole place breaks right through [Final Chorus] Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long In that little hotel, we drag our feet across Clapping on the two and four, boots on the boards Spinning till the old paint flakes, yelling for some more Rock and roll, rockabilly all night long Five small rooms and every door comes alive [Outro] Five rooms packed tight, and the night runs high We roll in worn out, leave with spark in our eyes Clapping, stomping, raising a fuss Little hotel on the county road, keep room for us
