Listen to the song:<\/p>\n
Spotify<\/a> Courtyard motel open all night I shoulda checked out before I checked in A honky tonk, a roadhouse bar I shoulda checked out before I checked in She was a warm place in a cold wind I shoulda checked out before I checked in Under the glare of a noonday sun I shoulda checked out before I checked in Listen to the song: Spotify Other streaming platforms Lawnchair Rodeo Version Courtyard motel open all night Curtains can’t hide the morning light My clothes in a pile on the floor The key still in the open door I step out into the parking lot Tryin’ to remember how I got to this spot I shoulda […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":462,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-672","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","post"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/672","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=672"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":697,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/672\/revisions\/697"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/462"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegincident.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOther streaming platforms<\/a>
\nLawnchair Rodeo Version<\/a><\/p>\n
\nCurtains can’t hide the morning light
\nMy clothes in a pile on the floor
\nThe key still in the open door
\nI step out into the parking lot
\nTryin’ to remember how I got to this spot<\/p>\n
\nWalked outta that bar before I knew I’d been
\nShould be halfway down the road
\nShoulda left this town a long time ago<\/p>\n
\nA two-foot dent in the side of my car
\nA fifth of whiskey, a pint of gin
\nMight have something to do with the shape I’m in
\nGravel and glass crackle underfoot
\nI can’t move forward, but I can’t stay put<\/p>\n
\nWalked outta that bar before I knew I’d been
\nShould be halfway down the road
\nShoulda left this town a long time ago<\/p>\n
\nBut she burned right through to my skin
\nAin’t nothin’ burns like the flame of love
\nBurned even hotter when she called my bluff<\/p>\n
\nWalked outta that bar before I knew I’d been
\nShould be halfway down the road
\nShoulda left this town a long time ago<\/p>\n
\nTurn the key, gettin’ ready to run
\nThe steering wheel’s too hot to touch
\nBut if you hold it right it don’t hurt too much
\nI’ll hold it tight, I ain’t been beat
\nMighta lost my pride, but I still got my feet<\/p>\n
\nWalked outta that bar before I knew I’d been
\nShould be halfway down the road
\nShoulda left this town
\nShould be halfway down the road
\nShoulda left this town a long time ago<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"