I've got a blue motel room

With a blue bedspread

I've got the blues inside and outside my head

Will you still love me

When I call you up when I'm down

Here in Savannah it's pouring rain

Palm trees in the porch light like slick black cellophane

Will you still love me

When I call you up when I get back to town

I know that you've got all those pretty girls coming on

Hanging on your boom-boom-pachyderm

Will you tell those girls that you've got German Measles

Honey, tell them you've got germs

I hope you'll be thinking of me

Because I'll be thinking of you

While I'm traveling home alone

Tell those girls that you've got Joni

She's coming back home



I've got road maps

From two dozen states

I've got coast to coast just to contemplate

Will you still love me

When I get back to town

It's funny how these old feelings hang around

You think they're gone

No, no

They just go underground

Will you still love me

When I get back to L.A. town

You and me, we're like America and Russia

We're always keeping score

We're always balancing the power

And that can get to be a cold cold war

We're going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk

In some neutral cafe

You lay down your sneaking round the town, honey

And I'll lay down the highway



I've got a blue motel room

With a blue bedspread

I've got the blues inside and outside my head

Will you still love me

When I get back to town