When He left me, I have bowed up and died I can't forget Him, the Lord I have tried Packed all my things, drove all night through Somehow I wound up at Motown The sheets are all clean, the towels are dry The bed's a good place to break down and cry There's a TV and Wi-Fi too All that I need's at Motown Motel Blue on Highway 9 Right there below the flickering sign A bottle of whiskey, a very *** light The echo of voices somewhere in the night If you need a place where troubles are few Just check your bags at Motown . . . Motel Blue on Highway 9 Right there below the flickering sign A bottle of whiskey, a very *** light The echo of voices somewhere in the night If you need a place where troubles are few Just check your bags at Motown Oh yeah, just check your bags at Motown Oh yeah, just check your bags at Motown . . .