Stumblin' Inn

Duration

3:24

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

My gut was turning As we drove to play some music I drank my weight in beer the night before I was yearning For some sweet relief from burning My stomach was about to spill its gore So we stopped fast At some rundown little inn So I could sit and let the lion out The place was empty But my stomach let me in I raced into the closest bathroom stall I just can’t hold it no more Please someone open the door Is there room at the inn Room at the inn for me And I sat down My pants were on the ground This moment was where I was meant to be My throne beneath me Not a sound was made outside I thought there was no pending company Finally let go This stuff you shouldn't know I think I might have even lost some weight Then I cleaned up The restroom pink and smelled like flowers And finally made my way outside the door I just can’t hold it no more Please someone open the door Is there room at the inn Room at the inn for me I opened up the door The owner was outside He laughed at me and looked me in the eye Know what you did there It smells like rotting corpse But boy you went into the women’s stall Then he laughed at me And laughed and laughed and laughed His friends came to and laughed at me some more Then they asked me As I tried to run away Why I let myself inside, to that I say I just can’t hold it no more Please someone open the door Is there room at the inn Room at the inn for me