Super 8歌词

作曲 : Jason Isbell

Don’t want to 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 a county jail

Don’t want to die in a super 8 Motel

Having such a sweet night
Audience is just right
Drinking like a pirate do

Don’t want to 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 old days

Trimmer 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 around a Fungo bat

Bass player stepping up
Brandishing a coffee cup
Took it in the baby fat

I don’t want to 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 a county jail

I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel

Well I finally got the room clear
Bleeding from the left ear
Feeling pretty bad for the maid

Lost a couple drinks and my dinners in a sink
Woke up with the bed still made

Wasn’t quite morning and
I wasn’t quite breathing
My heart way up in my throat

The 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

Some are guts some are glory
And it would make a great story
If I ever could remember it right
I don’t want to 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 a county jail

I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel

I don’t want to die in a Super 8 Motel