Chorus:
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
Verse I:
[G]Having such a sweet night, audience is just right, drinking like a pirate [D]do
[D]Don't want to sleep yet, buddy it's a good bet I'll raise more hell than [G]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 the [G]ways
Then a [G]big boy busted in screaming at his girlfriend waving around a Fungo [D]bat
[D]Bass player stepping up, brandishing a coffee cup, took it in the baby [G]fat
Chorus:
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
Verse II:
[G]Well I finally got the room clear, bleeding from the left ear, feeling pretty bad for the [D]maid
[D]Lost a couple drinks and my dinner in a sink and I woke up with the bed still [G]made
[G]Wasn't quite morning and I wasn't quite breathing, my heart way up in my [D]throat
[D]The girl starts screaming and the maid starts screaming and it looks like that's all she [G]wrote
Well they [G]slapped me back to life and they telephoned my wife and they filled me full of Pedia[D]lyte
[D]Some are guts, some are glory, it would make a great story if I ever could remember it [G]right
Chorus:
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
I don't want to [D]die in a Super 8 Mo[C]tel [G]
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
Verse I:
[G]Having such a sweet night, audience is just right, drinking like a pirate [D]do
[D]Don't want to sleep yet, buddy it's a good bet I'll raise more hell than [G]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 the [G]ways
Then a [G]big boy busted in screaming at his girlfriend waving around a Fungo [D]bat
[D]Bass player stepping up, brandishing a coffee cup, took it in the baby [G]fat
Chorus:
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
Verse II:
[G]Well I finally got the room clear, bleeding from the left ear, feeling pretty bad for the [D]maid
[D]Lost a couple drinks and my dinner in a sink and I woke up with the bed still [G]made
[G]Wasn't quite morning and I wasn't quite breathing, my heart way up in my [D]throat
[D]The girl starts screaming and the maid starts screaming and it looks like that's all she [G]wrote
Well they [G]slapped me back to life and they telephoned my wife and they filled me full of Pedia[D]lyte
[D]Some are guts, some are glory, it would make a great story if I ever could remember it [G]right
Chorus:
[G]Don't wanna [C]die in a Super 8 Mo[G]tel
[C]Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]well
If I [C]ever get back to Bristol, I'm better off [G]sleeping in the county [E7]jail
Don't wanna [D]die in a super 8 Mo[G]tel
I don't want to [D]die in a Super 8 Mo[C]tel [G]
