The Farmers Hotel

G                    F
The lights went out in New York
Am                     D7
Then they went out in Goshen
G              F                 Em
I got stuck in Goshen and that was sad
G                    F
The townsolf stared hard
Am                     D
Like their minds had been marred
G              F                 Em
By life in a district so downtrodden and drab

A C

G                  F
I flagged down a stranger
Am                     D
In a worn wooden wheelchair
G                     F         Em
And when I asked if he knew of a hotel
G                    F
He said "if I get your meaning
Am                     D
Then I'm definitely leaning
G              F                   Em
Towards recommending the Farmer's Hotel."

A C

G                  F
As I left to find the place
Am                     D
A mother loooked me in the face
G                      F                    Em
And whispered "please sir, not the Farmer's Hotel."
G                  F
Once where I was headed
Am                     D
She swore I would regret it
G                      F                Em
Though what might happen she wouldn't foretell

A C

G                  F
The old place it was vicious
Am                     D
Wicked and pernicious
G                      F              Em
"Please stay clean of that rank abbatoir"
G                  F
Though her words alarmed me
Am                     D
I was stuck until morning
G                      F              Em
And in the end we must be who we are

A C

G                  F
With no light on the door
Am                     D
I wasn't quite sure
G                      F              Em
If a night clerk was working within
G                  F
From behind a red curtain
Am                     D
Limped a perilous person
G                      F              Em
He appeared to have some egg on his chin

A C
G                  F
This old yankee warlock
Am                     D
Brushed back a gray forelock
G            F              Em
And bid me to sign in the book
G                  F
With no bonhomie
Am                D
He proffered the key
G                 F          Em
Never once did he give me a look

A C

G                  F
I thanked the old codger
Am                D
And in my role as the lodger
G                 F          Em
I headed upstairs for to sleep
G                  F
There was no air of slumber
Am                D
The doors, they had no numbers
G                 F          Em
Which room was intended for me?

A C
G                  F
The passage kept on going
Am                D
Like the carpet was flowing
G                 F          Em
Towards that thing at the end of the hall
G                  F
My own eyes had adjusted
Am                D
This account can be trusted
G                 F          Em
Because I know that I saw what I saw

A C

G                  F
I heard animal noises
Am                D
And tangled up voices
G                 F          Em
Chanting more and of rumors of more
G                  F
There's no natural law
Am                D
That can explain what I saw
G                 F          Em
Spread out on that straw-covered floor

A C

G                  F
Now I've put an ocean
Am                D
Between myself and Goshen
G                 F          Em
To get away from the Farmer's Hotel
G                  F
If you get a notion
Am                D
To travel to Goshen
G                 F          Em
Please stay away from the Farmer's Hotel

A C

G                  F
The lights went out in Goshen
Am                D
Just like poetry in motion
G                 F          Em
And I checked into the Farmer's Hotel
G                  F
Things to unclean
Am                D
Are better left unseen
G                 F          Em
Please keep away from the Farmer's Hotel

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