Karaoké Super 8 Jason Isbell

Don't wanna die in a Super Eight 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 Eight 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 tee 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

He took it in the baby fat

I don't wanna die in a Super Eight 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 Eight motel

Well I 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 an'

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 Eight 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 Eight motel

I don't wanna die in a Super Eight motel