Oh, what a sin looks like I slept in And Im a gonna be a little bit late My therapy began again To mend my broken heart again When happy hours over at eight Now I dont keep score, no not anymore You see I seen a slammin door Time or two before I know Im gonna get through Im just a little hung over you Headaches and heartaches will end Bring me aspirin my friends What I need is some laughs to get me back on the road Then Im back on the mend Back in the saddle again And Im the winner of the barstool rodeo And now I dont get sore, I dont cry anymore Ive seen a barroom floor A time or two before I know Im gonna pull through Im just a little hung over you Chorus So barkeep wontcha pick me The longest hair of that goddamn dog that bit me And pull his sharpest tooth Thatd be the highest proof Of your lowest grade booze Yes, we sure had fun when I was her number one But now Im standing in number two But now Im changing my shoes Im just a little hung over you Meanwhile back at the bar I show off another scar And my friends all say it looks great Another false start of mine Back to the end of the line Where true love isagonna have to wait Well I sure had fun when I was your number one But now Im standing in number two But now Im changing my shoes Im gonna sing a little blues Im just a little hung over you Chorus Barkeep wontcha hit me... theres a girl at the bar The twinkles burned out of her star A hundred teardrops on her shoes And though her heads hung low I think its someone I know Is that little hung over you? Is that little hung over you?
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