Super 8
Jason Isbell Lyrics

Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel
I don't want my life to end in a cheap motel where something bad happens

Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well
Because someone else's bad day, things can quickly go wrong for me too

If I ever get back to Bristol
If I ever return to my hometown of Bristol

I'm better off sleeping in the county jail
I would prefer to sleep in jail instead of risking my life in a sketchy motel again

Having such a sweet night
Having an amazing time

Audience was just right
The crowd was perfect

Drinking like a pirate do
Drinking a lot

Don't wanna sleep yet
I don't want to go to bed yet

Buddy, it's a good bet
It's almost certain

I'll raise more hell than you
I will create more trouble than you could

Do a couple rails
Snorting drugs

And chase your own tail
To do something pointless or aimless

And talk about the bad ole days
Talking about the past days that weren't good

Tremor in a t-shirt
A girl shaking while wearing a t-shirt

Telling me her heart hurt
She's explaining to me that her heart is hurting

Honey, let me count the ways
She goes on to explain how her heart is hurting in different ways

Then a big boy busted in
A large man suddenly appeared

Screaming at his girlfriend
He was yelling at his girlfriend

Waving 'round a fungo bat
Flailing a baseball bat around

Bass player stepping up
The bass player came forward

Brandishing a coffee cup
Holding a coffee cup in an offensive manner

Took it in the baby fat
Struck the large man in the stomach area

Well, finally got the room clear
After some struggle, everyone left the room

Bleeding from my left ear
I was injured and bleeding from my ear

Feeling pretty bad for the maid
I felt guilty due to the mess I created for the cleaning lady

Lost a couple drinks
The man drank some in between the chaos

And my dinner in the sink
He vomited his dinner in the sink

And I woke up with the bed still made
He woke up, surprised that the bed was tidy

Wasn't quite morning
It wasn't morning yet

I wasn't quite breathing
He was recovering and was breathing heavily

My heart way up in my throat
His heart was racing

Girl starts screaming
A woman begins to scream

And the maid starts screaming
Now, the cleaning lady starts to shout and scream

And it looks like it's all she wrote
It seems as though it's the end of the road for everyone

Well, they slapped me back to life
The man was in a coma-like state, but they revived him

And they telephoned my wife
They called my wife to inform her of the situation

And they filled me full of Pedialyte
They gave me a fluid supplement to hydrate me

Saw my guts and my glory
They saw my good and bad moments

It would make a great story
It's such an interesting experience, it can be shared

If I ever could remember it right
Remember all the details perfectly