Super 8 Lyrics - Southeastern - Jason Isbell

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 

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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 

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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