Greg Brown - Ballingall hotel

I said I'd never come to this ugly old hotel again.Baby, here I am.I said I'd never knock again on # 22Baby, how are you?Some nights something grabs you andyou don't even know what it is.Give me a kiss.Leave that black slip on and dance just like youdid 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 worktoo well.Guess we'll have to sweat it out again at the Ballingal Hotel.One night I knocked on the wrong doorand myself as an old man answered - so drunkand so poor.I said I'd never come again to this ugly old hotel -but what the hell.