G C [Verse 1] G C Roadside Motor Court G C Cabins Made of Sandstone G C And to the travellers of the mother road G C She was a port in the storm G C Now if those walls could talk G C Oh, the stories the could tell son G C And that roadside motor court G C It'd keep you safe and warm [Chorus] D Now there's holes in the roof C And there's weeds at the door D That motor court's still there, C G C but that don't see no travellers no more [Verse 2] G C Guess who used to grow cotton G C on these tired old farms G Yeah they'd load the wagons time and time again C G C With their weary old arms G C They'd make a little money at the gin G C Pay a little credit at the store G C Yeah they scratched and the worked the land G C Till the dirt got poor [Chorus] D C Now that cotton gin is some kind of second hand store D Yeah the building's there, C But they don't gin no cotton no more [Verse 3] G C Yeah they used to go dancing G C Down at the Log Cabin Bar G C Yeah they'd be laughing, carrying on G C Make a little love in the car G C And they'd spread that sawdust down G C On a concrete floor G C They'd dance all night G C Until they're feet got sore [Chorus] D Till one Sunday Morning C They had the law burn her down D C Now there aint no place for us to go Dancin G In this one horse town C G C Yeah, we used to dance in this town