Super 8 ukulele

Super 8

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Super 8
By Jason Isbell &

Chorus:

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 I:

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

Chorus:

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:

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


Chorus:

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
                D                  C    G 
I don't want to die in a Super 8 Motel

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