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Clairmonte
There was a bit of stone cold sanity along with reality
laying on the floor of the men's room that night
One was leaving for the sandbox, another one in detox
and i was enjoying the blue ribbon and high as a kite
the shacks had been shaken and headed back for Nashville
I said I'd meet them in Memphis once November came and went
The Screamin' Demon and his new friend lead us to the hotel
where we'd all drink the night away, nevermind the rent
Rudy said we'd missed the preview of a mother-daughter combo
dancing on the backstage overlooking the bar
shook hands with Eddie, the dancer's name was Betty
but not a bit of resemblence to the pin-up in my car
Blondie never danced for dollars,unless you were white-collared
but she'd give you her autograph and her own comic book
but we said goodbye to the Clairmonte, so long until tomorrow
I'd never leave if only I could bare a second look
So that night has long since died away, as has my blurry vision
and the memories have since become forgotten and unkind
But no matter what is said, red clay packed between my treads
it won't be Georgia but the Clairmonte on my mind
