I go in for singing, I do it for my pay

But the kind of gig I can really dig is swiggin' at the break of day

With a few good friends and neighbors into playin' the nighttime tunes

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room



I believe in magic, a little monkeyshines

But the kind of row I can really hoe is playin' in tune on time

With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room



Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room



When it comes to mornin' and goin' out at night

Well the kind of test that I like the best is rubbin' the wrong girl

right

And a few good friends and neighbors in to playin' the nighttime tunes

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room



Oh Lord it feels so good to play a nighttime tune

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room

With rhythms all around us we're like weavers at the loom

So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room