text: Ive got a blue motel room
  With a blue bedspread
  Ive got the blues inside and outside my head
  Will you still love me
  When I call you up when Im down
  Here in Savannah its pouring rain
  Palm trees in the porch light like slick black cellophane
  Will you still love me
  When I call you up when I get back to town
  I know that youve got all those pretty girls coming on
  Hanging on your boom-boom-pachyderm
  Will you tell those girls that youve got German Measles
  Honey, tell them youve got germs
  I hope youll be thinking of me
  Because Ill be thinking of you
  While Im traveling home alone
  Tell those girls that youve got Joni
  Shes coming back home
  Ive got road maps
  From two dozen states
  Ive got coast to coast just to contemplate
  Will you still love me
  When I get back to town
  Its funny how these old feelings hang around
  You think theyre gone
  No, no
  They just go underground
  Will you still love me
  When I get back to L.A. town
  You and me, were like America and Russia
  Were always keeping score
  Were always balancing the power
  And that can get to be a cold cold war
  Were going to have to hold ourselves a peace talk
  In some neutral café
  You lay down your sneaking round the town honey
  And Ill lay down the highway
  Ive got a blue motel room
  With a blue bedspread
  Ive got the blues inside and outside my head
  Will you still love me
  When I get back to town