Hard on a Hangover

I snuck in through the back door
 Like I always do
 I locked it up and kicked off my
 Old noisy boots
 And I tip-toed down the hallway
 To our king-sized bed
 And I thought
 That I got away with it again
 But I woke to the sound of a door slam
 She left her weddin' rings on the nightstand
 With a note that told me it was over
 That girl sure is hard on a hangover
 I then realized my new-found freedom
 And I pawned the weddin' rings
 'Cause I don't need 'em
 And I blew the cash down at the Whiskey Barrel
 And then I headed to the house
 My honky tonk special
 And then I woke to the sound of a tow truck
 She said, "That car's in my name
 So you're outta luck"
 Oh I thought when she left, it was over
 That girl sure is hard on a hangover
 Then I woke to the sound of nothin' left
 With the smell of ninety-proof still on my breath
 I guess it's time to make things right and get sober
 'Cause that girl sure is hard on a hangover
 That girl sure is hard on a hangover