Lyrics Hurtin' In The Morning - Dylan Scott

Hurtin' In The Morning

Workin' on my second cold one, bar band’s blastin' out an old one
Got me ready to rock, baby, how about you?
I can tell by the way you’re groovin' to the kick drum
Ain’t much coke mixed in with your rum
Won’t be long 'til you’re kickin' off them shoes (Kick 'em off)
Dancin' like a wild child
Throwin' back shots
Keep the tab open
Baby show me what you got
If we ain’t hurtin' in the morning
We ain’t feelin' good enough tonight
If we ain’t cussin' that sunrise, baby
We ain’t doin' something right
If we ain’t hurtin' in the morning
I wanna see you shake it up on the bar, playing your chonged air guitar
I’ll holler your name with my lighter up in the air
When the band dulls up a good slow jam, I’ll hold you close and we’ll make a
plan
Call us a cab and slip on out of here (Let's go)
Find another party
Catch another groove
When the beer runs out
I got a bottle in my boot
When we open our eyes and we see the sunrise
Girl, that’s when we’ll come to realize
Heads will be thumpin', we won’t remember nothing
It’s a good night, but we’ll be hurtin' in the morning
Yeah, lookin' forward to hurtin' in the morning