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 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 t-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 Took it in the baby fat I 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 I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Well, 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 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 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 I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel