Hungover On You

They say you've got a man who's got him a job at the bank They say he makes more money than a man like me could ever make So you moved to the city and I'm sure he's payin' your rent And you're just lookin' at love in dollars and cents And now you find me at the bar every night on a stool With a little salt on my rim and some salt in my wounds Gonna need a Goody's and a Gatorade Come mornin' I know I'll have a headache And I hate to hear that Monday mornin' alarm When I'm withdrawin' and wishin' you're there in my arms Well, it's really a shame but it's true Seems like I'm forever gonna be hungover on you My body starts to shiver and my brain seems to be in a fog To face another day, I gotta start it with the hair of the dog And I'm sure that you told him you were messin' with a son of a bitch And he'll soon discover he's dealin' with the daughter of a witch And now you find me at the bar every night on a stool With a little salt on my rims and some salt in my wounds Gonna need a Goody's and a Gatorade In the mornin' I know I'll have a headache And I hate to hear that Monday mornin' alarm When I'm withdrawin' and wishin' you're there in my arms Well, it's really a shame but it's true Seems like I'm forever gonna be hung up wrong Well, goodbye, see you later, sayonara, you was once my queen Said my liver might be failin', but at least my kidneys are clean And my days might be numbered and I know I'm a little far gone And you've got no troubles while I'm dialin' these strangers on the phone And now you find me at the bar every night on a stool With a little salt on my rims and some salt in my wounds Gonna need a Goody's and a Gatorade In the mornin' I know I'll have a headache And I hate to hear that Monday mornin' alarm When I'm withdrawin' and wishin', you're there in my arms Well, it's really a shame but it's true Seems like I'm forever gonna be hung over on you