A Little Hung Over You Lyrics

Oh, what a sin looks like I slept in

And I'm a gonna be a little bit late

My therapy began again

to mend my broken heart again

When happy hour started at eight

Now I don't keep score, no not anymore

You see I seen a slammin' door

time or two before

I know I'm gonna get through

I'm just a little hung over you…



Headaches and heartaches will end

Bring me aspirin and friends

A couple pills, a few laughs and a little bit of soul Then I'm back on the mend,

back in the saddle again

And I'm the winner of the barstool rodeo

And when I hit the floor I don't cry anymore

You know, I've seen a barroom floor

a time or two before

I know I'm gonna pull through

I'm just a little hung over you….



(Chorus)

So barkeep won'tcha pick me

the longest hair of that goddamn dog that bit me And pull his sharpest tooth

That'd be the highest proof

of your lowest grade booze

Yes, we sure had fun when I was her number one

But now I'm standing' in number two

But now I'm changing my shoes

I'm 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 is-a-gonna have to wait

Well I sure had fun when I was your number one

But now I'm standing in number two

But now I'm changing my shoes

I'm gonna sing a little blues

I'm just a little hung over you



(Chorus)

Barkeep won'tcha hit me...



…there's a girl at the bar

the twinkle's burned out of her star

a hundred teardrops on her shoes…

And though her head's hung low

I think it's someone I know

Is that little hung over you?

Is that little hung over you?