Super 8(Chords)

	        



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



Verse I: 

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



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



Verse II: 

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




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