Lletres: Tracy Byrd. Cheapest Motel.

The glasses were all plastic
Little balls of no-name soap
No cable on the TV
The ice-machine was broke

Well, I guess that's what you get
For nineteen bucks an' some change
But the cheapest motel in town
Cost him everything

They used the Bible for a coaster
An' it never crossed their mind
Maybe they should've opened it
'Stead of that high-dollar wine

It was just their little secret
A hideaway out West Main
But the cheapest motel in town
Cost him everything

He went from home in the suburbs
To an apartment in town
From bein' met at the door by two little kids
To a stray dog he'd found

He paid the price for pleasure
Now he can't afford the pain
An' the cheapest motel in town
Cost him everything

They thought no one would find 'em
But it isn't hard to spot
A brand new black Mercedes-Benz
In that gravel parkin' lot

He fooled his wife till one night
She saw something he couldn't explain
An' the cheapest motel in town
Cost him everything

He went from home in the suburbs
To an apartment in town
From bein' met at the door by two little kids
To a stray dog he'd found

He paid the price for pleasure
Now he can't afford the pain
Yeah, the cheapest motel in town
Cost him everything

It cost him everything
Cost him everything