| 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 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 |