Till Things Get Right (Live At The Ryman)

Well, the golden sunset fell

On the walls of this motel

The rooms ain't clean but they sure are cheap

There's no room service but it's a place to sleep

And the walls are paper thin

I hear bad things now and then

Man to my left is on his honeymoon

They ain't got a lot but they got each other, oh-oh

I see people come and go

Round here, the money's always tight (tight, tight, tight)

Better save up your quarters and dimes

If you wanna stay another night (night, night, night)

There's a place you can get away

And stay until things get right

'Til the things get right

Well, I'm sleeping on the floor

For two nights or maybe more

A drummer and the bass player tuck the bed

We're stuck up here while the engine's dead, oh-oh, yeah

I see people come and go

Round here, the money's always tight (tight, tight, tight)

Better save up your quarters and dimes

If you wanna stay another night (night, night, night)

There's a place you can get away

Stay until you get right

'Til the things get right

'Til the things get right

Oh, until the things get right

'Til the things get right

'Til the things get right

Thank y'all

All of the real ones know which one that was

Nah, that was an old song that we used to play

That's one of our old ones that we stopped playing for some reason or another

We might start playing it again, who knows?

It's called "'Til Things Get Right" though, I hope y'all liked it