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art by amelia rascal 

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OLD SOUL’S MOTEL

 

So it goes, I did it to myself

I was on my way to some motel

when I saw a woman, thumb out roadside

I had to ask her, she had these breezy eyes

She said I know the place you’re looking for

you can’t just go there, it’s truckstop folklore

I dropped her close to town, she said you’ll get there fine

she drew me out the route, said baby take your time

So it goes, you did it to yourself

there’s one vacant room at Old Soul’s Motel

and everyone out there knows how to tend to herself

everyone out there knows how to tend to herself

That county road off 392,

don’t miss the turn now - you’ll come up to a boot

overturned on the fencepost, go on and make your right

old souls are waiting to shine you up all bright

So it goes, I did it to myself

there’s one vacant room at Old Soul’s Motel

and everyone out there knows how to tend to herself

everyone out there knows how to tend to herself

I pulled up as the sun sank beneath the pines

old woman waiting, those knowing eyes

go on and let your body rest she said

baby take your time

So it goes, I did it to myself

there’s one vacant room at Old Soul’s Motel

and everyone out there knows how to tend to herself

everyone out there knows how to tend to herself