I'm just passing through, it'll only be the night
I just need somewhere to crash where I can turn off all the lights
I put five hundred miles on my sweet old ride
Now I'm pulling into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine

I've been playing shows out west with no guarantee
That anybody's ever gonna give a damn about me
I made enough last night to fill the tank up one more time
And to pull on into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine

I've got no one to sleep on the other half of this king-size bed
But that lady still gave me two keys when I checked in
I wish that didn't make me think about how you've been spending your time
Glad I pulled on into Hotel Amarillo with a bottle of wine

Out here it's the little things that you start to miss
That long hot shower, that slow deep kiss
Yeah, things like where you are and the date and time
Or the name of the hotel and what happened to the wine