Silver Jews – The Farmers Hotel (Guitar)

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The lights went out in New York

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Then they went out in Goshen

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I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad

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The townsolf stared hard

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Like their minds had been marred

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By life in a district so downtrodden and drab

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I flagged down a stranger

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In a worn wooden wheelchair

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And when I asked if he knew of a hotel

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He said "if I get your meaning

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Then I'm definitely leaning

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Towards recommending the Farmer's Hotel."

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As I left to find the place

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A mother loooked me in the face

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And whispered "please sir, not the Farmer's Hotel."

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Once where I was headed

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She swore I would regret it

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Though what might happen she wouldn't foretell

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The old place it was vicious

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Wicked and pernicious

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"Please stay clean of that rank abbatoir"

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Though her words alarmed me

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I was stuck until morning

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And in the end we must be who we are

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With no light on the door

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I wasn't quite sure

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If a night clerk was working within

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From behind a red curtain

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Limped a perilous person

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He appeared to have some egg on his chin

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This old yankee warlock

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Brushed back a gray forelock

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And bid me to sign in the book

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With no bonhomie

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He proffered the key

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Never once did he give me a look

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I thanked the old codger

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And in my role as the lodger

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I headed upstairs for to sleep

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There was no air of slumber

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The doors, they had no numbers

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Which room was intended for me?

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The passage kept on going

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Like the carpet was flowing

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Towards that thing at the end of the hall

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My own eyes had adjusted

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This account can be trusted

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Because I know that I saw what I saw

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I heard animal noises

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And tangled up voices

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Chanting more and of rumors of more

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There's no natural law

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That can explain what I saw

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Spread out on that straw-covered floor

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Now I've put an ocean

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Between myself and Goshen

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To get away from the Farmer's Hotel

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If you get a notion

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To travel to Goshen

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Please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel

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The lights went out in Goshen

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Just like poetry in motion

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And I checked into the Farmer's Hotel

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Things to unclean

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Are better left unseen

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Please keep away from the Farmer's Hotel