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 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
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
Well I finally got the room clear, bleeding from the left ear, feeling pretty bad for the maid
Lost a couple drinks and my dinner in a sink and I 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 that'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, it would make a great story if I ever could remember it right
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
I don't want to die in a Super 8 Motel