Super 8 - Live

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