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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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