Checkin' Out

Checked in early

with my Rock 'n Roll band

out in the backstreet

lookin' for the man

Gettin' high like

every other time

how many more times

can I walk that line

Showtime comes but

y'r not around

Sent someone up

try & get you down

Y'r all alone when you lock that door

y'r gonna end up on the bathroom floor

Prepare to say farewell

checkin' out in y'r last hotel

you couldn't get y'r finger

on the roomservice bell

CHECKIN' OUT in y'r last hotel

CHECKIN' OUT in y'r last / next hotel

Never had no problem

feedin' his monkey

keep the lookin' glass go round

he could smell a connection

for miles (score some pure white, black, or brown)

in any greasy ol town

CHECKIN' OUT

The man killed himself consumin' some

Turkish Delight in an Amsterdam hotelroom

after 14 years of tenor sax for

Fats Domino.

Talkin' bout

DAVE BARTHOLOMEW