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