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  1. Scarborough Hotel

From the recording High Tide

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Lyrics

Hiding out strumming
But trouble always found this kid
Jailbird dad rules with an iron fist
He got his muse
Walking the highway of the blues
Raised in hell like the
The Scarborough Hotel

Name In light, electric shows
Friday nights he would take his throne
Flying high on the hits, hard drinking on the way down
He was raising hell
At the Scarborough Hotel
Scarborough Hotel
Scarborough Hotel

As the thunder rolled not a soul in sight
The wind was howling on a moonless night
An eerie sound of an old death knell
A lightning strike blew them both to hell
Heartbroken as the walls came tumbling down
Trapped under the spell
Of the Scarborough Hotel
Scarborough Hotel
Scarborough hotel