Super 8

Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well

If I ever get back to Bristol

I'm better off sleeping in the county jail

Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

Having such a sweet night

Audience was just right

Drinking like a pirate do

Don't wanna sleep yet

Buddy, it's a good bet

I'll raise more hell than you

Do a couple rails

And chase your own tail

And talk about the bad ole days

Tremor in a t-shirt

Telling me her heart hurt

Honey, let me count the ways

Then a big boy busted in

Screaming at his girlfriend

Waving 'round a fungo bat

Bass player stepping up

Brandishing a coffee cup

Took it in the baby fat

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well

If I ever get back to Bristol

I'm better off sleeping in the county jail

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

Well, finally got the room clear

Bleeding from my left ear

Feeling pretty bad for the maid

Lost a couple drinks

And my dinner in the sink

And I woke up with the bed still made

Wasn't quite morning

I wasn't quite breathing

My heart way up in my throat

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 and my glory

It would make a great story

If I ever could remember it right

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well

If I ever get back to Bristol

I'm better off sleeping in the county jail

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel

I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel