verse 1. I go in for singin?, I do it for my pay But the kind of gig I can really dig Happens at the break of day With a few good friends and neighbours Into playin? the night-time tunes So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. verse 2. I believe in magic, a little monkey-shines, But the kind of row I can really hoe Is playin? in tune on time, With rhythms all around us we?re like weavers at the loom, So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. Oh Lord it feels so good to play a night-time tune So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. verse 3. When it comes to morning and going out at night, Well the kind of test that I like best Is treating the wrong girl right. And a few good friends and neighbours Into playin? the night-time tunes So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. Oh Lord it feels so good to play a night-time tune So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. With rhythms all around us we?re like weavers at the loom, So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog hotel room. So pass the jar and that old guitar In this hangdog ---- hotel room.