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Oh Lordy me |
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I feel so bad this mornin' |
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A but I won't be feelin' bad too long |
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I'm headed for Hangover Tavern |
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My head is heavy |
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My spirit's kinda of low |
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And every time I feel this way |
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To Hangover Tavern I go |
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Well, this bar I'm talkin' about |
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The shades are pulled down |
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To keep the sunshine out |
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The beer is poured in a frosty cup |
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The good bartender cheers you up |
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Sayin', hey Lordy me |
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If you feel bad this mornin' |
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Then watch your blues just fade away |
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At Hangover Tavern today |
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Oh Lordy me |
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When I woke up this mornin' |
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I just had to make my way |
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On down to Hangover Tavern |
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My throat is dry |
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There's a [Incomprehensible] around my eye |
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But I'll have lots of company |
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At Hangover Tavern for me |
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On Saturday night we stay out late |
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The very next day we congregate |
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I just can?t wait for the very first round |
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Tell the man to turn the jukebox down |
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'Cause hey, Lordy me |
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I feel so bad this mornin' |
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But I'll drink my blues away |
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At Hangover Tavern today |
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Hangover Tavern, here I come |
