Silver Bell
Written by
Original Artist
Silver Bell Silver Bell
Yeah that's the name of the old motel
We were traveling and then you fell
Down on the bed at the Silver Bell
How you been I'm doing well
I hear you're digging a hole to hell
How you been I'm doing well
Meet me tonight at the Silver Bell
I hate to tell you baby this is home
The wallpaper is a color called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little
And you've got yourself a prison cell
Tell you about the wicked wait tonight baby at the Silver Bell
Silver Bell yeah
That's the name of the old motel
We were traveling and then you fell
Down on the bed at the Silver Bell
I did a stupid thing I even tried
Feels like a hundred bees are stinging me from the inside
Don't know just what to do
Don't know just who to tell
So I'm telling you to meet me tonight
Down at the Silver Bell
Silver Bell yeah that's the name of the old hotel
I hate to tell you baby this is home
The wallpaper is a color called sea foam
Pull down the shades a little
And you've got yourself a prison cell
Tell you about the wicked wait tonight
Baby at the Silver Bell yeah that's the name of the old motel
We were traveling when you fell
Down on the bed at the Silver Bell