Song Lyrics

Last night's whiskey, it's still with me
Pills for my brain so the pain don't split me
Betting on queens, lost my shirt
Kicked up the dust, now I'm eating that dirt
Front porch swing, sun coming up
Looking for Jesus in my pickup truck
No better time for me to get right
Than right now, right now

I'm over it, hungover it
A little too much of that something, something
Then I wake up, I ain't got nothing to show for it
Getting too damn old for it
So you can tell the devil he can keep that bottle
'Cause he ain't no friend of mine, that's right

I'm hungover it
Yeah, I'm hungover it

I'm gonna eat my greens, get on the treadmill
Bury them bottles way out in the landfill
Find me a new lead and I'ma gonna turn it
Got me a lesson and I'm gonna learn it
Wheels on the road, stick on the ice
Ducks in a row, don't that sound nice?
I'm gonna keep myself in line
'Til next time, next time

I'm over it, hungover it
A little too much of that something, something
Then I wake up, I ain't got nothing to show for it
Getting too damn old for it
So you can tell the devil he can keep that bottle
'Cause he ain't no friend of mine, that's right

I'm hungover it
Yeah, I'm hungover it
Over it

I'm over it, hungover it
A little too much of that something, something
Then I wake up, I ain't got nothing to show for it
Getting too damn old for it
So you can tell the devil he can keep that bottle
Now gimme that bottle, I want that bottle

I'm hungover it
Yeah, I'm hungover it
I'm over it, hungover it
You can tell the devil he can keep that bottle
'Cause he ain't no friend of mine

Ashley Monroe, Erik Dylan, Gordie Sampson