Home Sweet Hotel – Brad Paisley Lyrics
Somebody makes my bed
Somebody takes my calls
Sometimes I take a swim
The food here ain't bad at all
And I got free HBO, I got a mini-bar
An ice machine down the hall
And a place to park my car
And it's
Home sweet hotel
Yeah, that's where I get my mail
She told me to go to hell
And here it is, home sweet hotel
I drove by my house today
My key don't work no more
Stood there on my own porch
Knockin' on my own door
She says her lawyer says she
Ain't supposed to talk to me
Well I said, "If anything changes, you know whеre I'll be"
Room 303 in my
Home sweet hotеl
A double bed all by myself
She told me to go to hell
Close enough, home sweet hotel
My friend's say give her time
She'll come around
Meanwhile I'm losin' my mind
On the other side of town
Home sweet hotel
Oh, my home sweet hotel
She told me to go to hell
And here it is, home sweet hotel
Home Sweet Hotel, de Brad Paisley — do álbum Tacklebox; composta por Brad Paisley e Lee Thomas Miller. Lançamento: July 8, 2026.
