The Hotel Adobe Golive
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel Adobe Golive
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel Adobe Golive
Any time of year, you can find it here
.... dum dee dee dum...
Doug