Mary Gauthier (born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana) is an American folk singer/songwriter. At age 15, she ran away from home and stole her parents' car, and spent the next several years in detox, halfway houses, and living with friends; she spent her 18th birthday in jail. These experiences provided fodder for her songwriting later on (particularly her song "Drag Queens in Limousines"). Later on, she enrolled at Louisiana State University as a philosophy major, but after five years there, dropped out due to drug problems and moved to Boston. After working waitress jobs and eventually being promoted to manager of the restaurant where she worked, financial backers paid her way to attend the Cambridge School of Culinary Arts and she opened a Cajun restaurant in Boston's Back Bay neighborhood, "Dixie Kitchen" (also the title of her first album).
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Camelot Motel Lyrics

Mary Gauthier

(Mary Gauthier/Keri Powers)

He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured
In his T-shirt ana his underwear he's barely said a word
She pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette
Picks up the phone and call her kids from the motel kitchenette

There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall
Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol
They met in a chat room then they took it here
They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear

Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
Come looking for the grace from which they fell
They hold on to each other in the darkness
The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel

He met her at the pool hall the guys told him she was touched
Now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Christ and such
He's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night
He's wishing he had blown this dump before the morning light

Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels Come
looking for the grace from which they fell
They hold on to each other in the darkness
The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel

Lancelot and Guenivere bang their bedpost in my ear
Neon lights the castle walls bug lights in the entry halls
I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind
Me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins

There's a couple counting money in room 124
They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing 1's down on the floor
They're strung out and nervous, they jump at every little sound
He keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down

Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
Come looking for the grace
from which they fell
They hold on to each other
in the darkness
The morning light is hell