Jason Isbell - Super 8 lyrics

Don’t want to 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 a county jail Don’t want to die in a super 8 Motel Having such a sweet night Audience is just right Drinking like a pirate do Don’t want to 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 old days Trimmer 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 around a Fungo bat Ba** player stepping up Brandishing a coffee cup Took it in the baby fat I don’t want to 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 a county jail I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel Well I finally got the room clear Bleeding from the left ear Feeling pretty bad for the maid Lost a couple drinks and my dinners in a sink Woke up with the bed still made Wasn’t quite morning and I wasn’t quite breathing My heart way up in my throat The 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 Some are guts some are glory And it would make a great story If I ever could remember it right I don’t want to 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 a county jail I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel