3:27
Southeastern, 2013
Written by Jason Isbell
This song is slightly reminiscent of "The Prettiest Waitress in Memphis," at least in terms of riff and vocal delivery, but Isbell's is a darker, grittier alt-country story-song. Despite the brisk tempo and vocals, this is a rather harrowing tale of a lost weekend in the titular motel, a bender with an ending that can only be described as good because the narrator survives. "Girl starts screaming and the maid starts screaming and it looks like it's all she wrote / Well, they slapped me back to life and they telephoned my wife and they filled me full of Pedialyte / Saw my guts, saw my glory, it would make a great story if I ever could remember it right." It's funny until it isn't. The production leans a bit too glossy and clean for the story (the guitars should sound hungover too), but Isbell's band manages to infuse it with jagged urgency.
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