Lyrics:

I'm tangled up in hotel sheets, three sheets to the wind
I'm kicking myself, staring at this cross on my skin
Too jacked up to just black out in this mess of a bed I made
With some girl I'll just call Omaha, 'cause I'll forget her name

And there's a preacher on a TV
Saying something 'bout you
Coming back soon
And got me thinking 'bout how
If you walked in now
What the hell I'd do

I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains
Standing with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere
Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316
With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer
And Lord if you decide tonight's the night you're coming back
I hope you don't find me here

If I get down on my knees and it ain't too much to ask
Could you break the chains that hold me down and get the devil off my back
And if you go and split that eastern sky I pray you take your time
Yeah I promise you I'll make these old boots walk a straight line

I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains
Standing with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere
Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316
With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer
And Lord if you decide tonight's the night you're coming back
I hope you don't find me here

And there's a preacher on a TV
Saying something 'bout you
Coming back soon
I ain't got a doubt
If you walked in now
Man, I'd be screwed

I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains
Standing with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere
Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316
With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer
And Lord if you decide tonight's the night you're coming back
I hope you don't find me here

I'm tangled up in hotel sheets, three sheets to the wind
I'm kicking myself, staring at this cross on my skin