Super 8

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
 Bass 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