Hard on a Hangover

I snuck in through the back door like I always do
I locked it up and kicked off my old noisy boots
And I tip-toed down the hallway to our king-sized bed
And I thought that I got away with it again
But I woke to the sound of a door slam
She left her weddin' rings on the nightstand
With a note that told me it was over
That girl sure is hard on a hangover
I then realized my new-found freedom
And I pawned the weddin' rings 'cause I don’t need 'em
And I blew the cash down at the Whiskey Barrel
And then I headed to the house, my honky tonk special
And then I woke to the sound of a tow truck
She said, «That car’s in my name, so you’re outta luck»
Oh I thought when she left, it was over
That girl sure is hard on a hangover
Then I woke to the sound of nothin' left
With the smell of ninety-proof still on my breath
I guess it’s time to make things right and get sober
'Cause that girl sure is hard on a hangover
That girl sure is hard on a hangover