Greg Brown. The Poet Game. Ballingall Hotel. Zeneszám

I said I'd never come to this ugly old hotel again.
Baby, here I am.

I said I'd never knock again on # 22
Baby, how are you?

Some nights something grabs you and
you don't even know what it is.
Give me a kiss.

Leave that black slip on and dance just like you
did last time.
I'm so glad your plans for leaving fell through -
just like mine.

Ain't no air conditioning, the ceiling fan don't work
too well.
Guess we'll have to sweat it out again at the
Ballingal Hotel.

One night I knocked on the wrong door
And myself as an old man answered - so drunk
and so poor.

I said I'd never come again to this ugly old hotel -
But what the hell