Super 8

G           C                  G
Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel
C                             
Just because somebody's evening 
               G
didn't go so well
     C                             
If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm 
           G                      
better off sleeping in the county 
E7
jail
            D                  G
Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel


Verse I:

G                                 
Having such a sweet night, 
audience is just right, drinking 
       D
like a pirate do
D                                 
Don't want to sleep yet, buddy 
it's a good bet I'll raise more hell
   G
 than you
G                                 
Do a couple rails and chase your 
own tail and talk about the bad old 
D
days
D                                 
Trimmer in a t-shirt, telling me 
her heart hurt, Honey let me count 
   G
the ways
       G                           
Then a big boy busted in screaming 
at his girlfriend waving around a 
      D
Fungo bat
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D                                 
Bass player stepping up, 
brandishing a coffee cup, took it in
 G
 the baby fat

Chorus:

G           C                  G
Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel
C                             
Just because somebody's evening 
               G
didn't go so well
     C                             
If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm 
           G                      
better off sleeping in the county 
E7
jail
            D                  G
Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel


Verse II:

G                                 
Well I finally got the room clear,
 bleeding from the left ear, feeling
                    D
 pretty bad for the maid
D                                 
Lost a couple drinks and my dinner
 in a sink and I woke up with the 
          G
bed still made
G                                 
Wasn't quite morning and I wasn't 
quite breathing, my heart way up in 
   D
my throat
D                                 
The girl starts screaming and the 
maid starts screaming and it looks 
                    G
like that's all she wrote
          G                      
Well they slapped me back to life 
and they telephoned my wife and they
                         D
 filled me full of Pedialyte
D                                 
Some are guts, some are glory, it 
would make a great story if I ever 
                  G
could remember it right


Chorus:

G           C                  G
Don't wanna die in a Super 8 Motel
C                             
Just because somebody's evening 
               G
didn't go so well
     C                             
If I ever get back to Bristol, I'm 
           G                      
better off sleeping in the county 
E7
jail
            D                  G
Don't wanna die in a super 8 Motel
                D               
I don't want to die in a Super 8 
   C    G
Motel