No Vacancy

Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup Well she says goodbye and the phone hangs up And it's kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on Judgement Day Well these empty bottles and motel rooms Don't treat me quite like they used to And the company man still treats me well Paying for a glorified prison cell Well she comes and she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy No vacancy She said she'll call me round half past eight Been a damn long day, don't wait up too late And I'm sitting like a prisoner in these four walls Watching basic cable, drinking alcohol Well she comes and she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy No vacancy Sitting on the curbside, liquor in my cup Well she says goodbye and the phone hangs up And its kind of got me feeling some type of way Like a sinner left sitting on Judgement Day Well she comes and she goes, but she always says goodbye And I'd give anything just to be by her side I got a bottle, and a room and a motel key And a broken heart with no vacancy Broken heart with no vacancy No vacancy