Oh what a sin, looks like I slept in    And I’m gonna be a little bit late    My therapy began again    To mend my broken heart again    And happy hour’s over at eight       Now I don’t keep score    No not any more    You know I’ve seen a slamming door    A time or two before    I know I’m gonna get thru    I’m just a little hungover you       Headaches and heart aches will end    Bring me aspirin my friends    What I need is some laughs    To get me back on a roll    Then I’m back on the mend    Back in the saddle again    And I’m the winner of the bar stool rodeo       Now I don’t get sore, I don’t cry any more    I’ve seen a bar floor a time or two before    I know I’m gonna pull thru    I’m just a little hungover you       So bar keep won’t ya pick me    The longest hair of that dog that bit me    And pull his sharpest tooth    Pour me the highest proof    that these low down blues equip me      Well I sure had fun when I was your number one    But now I’m standing in number two    Now I’m changing my shoes    I’m just a little hungover you       Meanwhile back at the bar    I show off another scar    From using my heart for bait    Another false start of mine    Back to the end of the line    Well true love is gonna have to wait       Well I sure had fun when I was your number one    But now I’m standing in number two    Now I’m changing my shoes    I’m gonna sing a little blues    I’m just a little hungover you       Hey bar keep won’t ya pick me    The longest hair of that dog that bit me    And pull his sharpest tooth    Pour me the highest proof    that these low down blues equip me       There’s a girl at the bar    The twinkle’s gone out of her star    100 tear drops on her shoes    And though her head’s hung low    I think that’s someone I know       Is that a little hungover you    Is that a little hungover you    Is that a little hungover you