Marlboro Reds and Motel Keys

Tuesday night, same as every Tell my wife I'm workin' late Pull into the Super 8 off Fourteen Room two-twelve is our standing date

She's got the key, I've got the cash Bottle of brown and a Marlboro pack Don't speak much, don't gotta This ain't love, it's a different kind of trap

Marlboro Reds and motel keys A sin I can afford to keep Ain't nobody prayin' for me Ain't nobody knows but the Super 8 sheets Marlboro Reds and motel keys Cheaper than a heart that's free

She's got a husband down in Gainesville Works the pipeline, barely home I've got a daughter and a mortgage And a life I built on a lie of my own

We ain't in love, we ain't pretendin' Just two bodies and a late-night radio Somewhere a preacher is mendin' somebody And we're breakin' both our promises below

One night she said "You ever feel bad?" I said "Every Wednesday mornin', yeah" She laughed and lit another cigarette Said "Me too. See ya next week, pal"

Marlboro Reds and motel keys Every Tuesday 'til the world sets me free Ain't no devil gonna save me Ain't no Jesus gonna see Marlboro Reds and motel keys That's the sorry-ass gospel of me

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