Amarillo Motel 6

 Bathwater Blues (Amarillo Motel 6) 🎵

(Verse 1)
Neon hums like a lullaby outside the door,
Yellow light flickers, paint peeling from the floor.
I pour the tap slow, watch the steam start to rise,
Cigarette in my lips, mascara in my eyes.

The TV’s playin’ some old western sin,
James Dean ghosts in the bathtub grin.
I slide beneath the water, it’s holy and cheap,
The kind of salvation motel dreams keep.

(Chorus)
Got the best damn bath in the Amarillo Motel 6,
Red wine in a paper cup, call it my fix.
Radio static hums like a hymn through the wall,
And I swear I heard heaven in the bathroom stall.

(Verse 2)
My hair floats like halos, perfume and regret,
Texas moon hangin’ low, ain’t forgiven me yet.
There’s lipstick stains on the Bible, tears in my gin,
A cross on my wrist where redemption begins.

Old towel like velvet, soft as sin,
If this is the end, I’d do it again.
Cheap soap, divine light, a bruise on my thigh,
A love song for no one, but I still sigh.

(Chorus)
Got the best damn bath in the Amarillo Motel 6,
My sorrow’s a movie, my body the script.
Flickering ceiling fan whispers my name,
And I smile in the steam—half saint, half shame.

(Bridge)
There’s beauty in the rust,
Grace in the grime,
God in the chlorine,
And lust in the line—
“Checkout’s at noon, honey,
You better be gone.”
But I’m baptized in bathwater,
Still singin’ this song.

(Final Chorus)
Best damn bath in the Amarillo Motel 6,
Loneliness and lipstick—my apocalypse.
The water turns cold, but I stay awhile,
’Cause sadness feels holy when you do it in style.

(Outro)
So if you pass through that neon town,
And you hear soft singing from the underground—
That’s me, baby, soaking in bliss,
At the Amarillo Motel 6.