Hotel USA

Southward bound from Old Mama’s, there’s a hotel from America.
A cowboy stayed for a night, and the madam traded him for money.
Go west along East Eastern Road, there’s a motel from America.
A blind man bummed his way in, and the inn-keeper freaked out.

Lalalala, lalalala stores are open for shoppers; shoppers are there to empty their wallets.
Stores are open for business, business is for making money.
Before nightfall, you must make your way to the hotel.
Days go by slowly under a bridge; you must make your way to the hotel.