A Little Hungover You

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's over 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 my friends
 What I need is some laughs to get me back on the road
 Then I'm back on the mend
 back in the saddle again
 And I'm the winner of the barstool rodeo
 And now I don't get sore, I don't cry anymore
 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?