Super 8 Chords by Jason Isbell

_ _ _ _ _ _ [C] Don't wanna die _ in a Super 8 [G]
motel.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
Just because somebody's evening didn't go [G] so well.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] If I ever get back and rest, I'm better [G] off sleeping in a [E] county jail.
Don't [D] wanna die in a Super 8 [G]
motel. _ _ _ _ _ _
Having such a sweet night, the audience is just right,
Freaking like a pirate [D] do. _ _ _
Don't wanna sleep yet, buddy, it's a good bet,
I'll raise more hell [G] than you. _ _
Do a couple rounds and chase her on the tell,
Talk about a bad [D] old days. _ _
Trim her in a t-shirt, telling me her heart hurts,
Honey, let me count [G] the ways.
_ And a big boy bustin' his, screaming at his girlfriend,
Waving around a [D] fungo bath. _ _
Bass player steppin' up, brandishing a coffee cup,
Tuck it in the baby [G] fat.
[C] Don't wanna die _ in a Super 8 [G]
motel.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [C]
Just because somebody's evening didn't go so [G]
well.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] If I ever get back and rest, I'm better [G] off sleeping in a [E] county jail.
Don't [D] wanna die in a Super 8 _ [G]
motel.
_ _ _ _ _ Well, I finally got the room clear, bleeding from my left ear,
Feeling pretty bad for [D] me. _ _
Lost a couple drinks, and my dinner had sank,
I woke up with the bed [G] still made.
It was a quiet morning, and I was a quiet breathing,
My heart lay up in [D] my throat. _ _
Girl starts screaming, and the maid starts screaming,
And it looks like it's all [G] she wrote.
_ Well, they slapped me back alive, and they telephoned my wife,
And they filled me full of [D] Pedialyte.
_ Saw my guts and my glory, it would make a great story,
If I ever could [G] remember it right.
Don't [C] wanna die in a Super 8 [G]
motel. _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] Just because somebody's evening didn't go [G] so well.
_ _ _ _ _ [C] If I ever get back and rest, I'm better [G] off sleeping in a [E] county jail.
Don't [D] wanna die _ in a Super 8 [G]
motel.
_ _ _ _ _ [D] Don't wanna die in a Super 8 [C]
motel.
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