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?