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MORRISON HOTEL

The Doors
"Morrison Hotel"
Elektra/Asylum records
Produced by Paul Rothchild

Released on vinyl February 1970

TRACKS and LYRICS


Roadhouse Blues

Yeah Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
Yeah, we're goin' to the Roadhouse
We're gonna have a real
Good time

Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
Yeah, back at the Roadhouse they got some bungalows
And that's for the people
Who like to go down slow

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long

Do it, honey, do it

You gotta roll, roll, roll
You gotta thrill my soul, all right
Roll, roll, roll, roll
Thrill my soul
You gotta beep a gunk a chucha
Honk konk konk
You gotta each you puna
Each ya bop a luba
Each yall bump a kechonk
Ease sum konk
Ya, ride

Ashen lady, Ashen lady
Give up your vows, give up your vows
Save our city, save our city
Right now

Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near

Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, baby, roll
Let it roll, all night long



Waiting for the Sun

At first flash of Eden, We race down to the sea.
Standing there on Freedom's shore.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Waiting for you to
Come along.

Waiting for you to
Hear my song.

Waiting for you to
Come along.

Waiting for you to Tell me what went wrong.

This is the strangest Life I've ever known.
*scream*

Can you feel it, Now that Spring has come?
That it's time to live In the scattered sun.

Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun



You Make Me Real

I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, God knows I do.
'Cause I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
You make me feel like lovers feel.
You make me throw away mistaken misery.
Make me free, love, make me free.
I really want you, really do.
Really need ya baby, really do.
Well I'm not real enough without you;
Oh, what can I do? You make me real.
Only you have that appeal.
So let me slide in your tender sunken sea.
Make me free, love, make me free.
You make me real.
You make me feel like l>

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