Memory Motel

Memory Motel - 4:58
Songwriers: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
Publisher: Sony / ATV Music Publishing LLC

Musicians on this CD:
Vocals: Bob Malone & Shaun Murphy
Drums: Mike Baird
Bass: Domenic Genova
Lap Steel: Marty Rifkin
Acoustic & Electric Guitars: Bob DeMarco
Organ: Bill McKay
Violins: Anne Harris

Recording Info:
Produced by: JoeBaby Michaels
Engineered by: Josh Fairman, Bob Demarco and Kenne Cramer
Mixed By: Josh Fairman
Recorded at: Scanhope Sound in Colorado, and Demarco

Productions In LA:
Mastered by: David Glasser at Airshow in Boulder, CO
CD Photos and all artwork: Mary Lyn Maisscott


Hannah baby was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel, and her teeth were slightly curved
We spent a lonely night, at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
It took one starry night, to steal my breath away
Out on the waterfront
Her hair - all - drenched in, spray

Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel, and her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar, and she began to play
She sang a song to me
Stuck right in my brain

You're just a memory
Of a love that used to be
You're just a memory
Of a love, that used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well - yes she does
She got a mind of her own
And she use it mighty fine

She drove a pick-up truck
Painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin
She’d done a mile or two
When I asked her, where she’s headed for
"Back up to Boston, I'm singing in a bar"

You're just a memory
Of a love that used to be
You're just a memory
Of a love, that used to mean so much to me

She got a mind of her own
And she use it well - yes she does, all right

On the seventh day, my eyes were all a glaze
We’d been ten thousand miles, been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle, and hit the sack and cried

What’s all the laughter on the 22nd floor
It’s just some friends of mine, and they’re busting down the door
It’s been a lonely night, at the memory motel
I’ll tell you ‘bout it now, I’ll tell you ‘bout it now

You're just a memory
Of a love, that used to be
You're just a memory
Of a love, that used to mean so much to me

Sha la la la la

She got a mind of her own
And she use it, mighty fine