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Text: America. Alibi. Hangover.


Who's that knockin' on my door this mornin'
Can't they see I'm dead
There ain't nothin' left to do this mornin'
'Cept to make it to my bed

I was out till all hours
Raisin' Cain once again
I don't care about the hours
Only how much did I spend

'Cause I got a hangover
I won't make it through the day
I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay

I started slow after sundown
I tiptoed right up till ten
Then after while I went downtown
It was the beginning of my end

Now I got a hangover
I won't make it through the day
I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay

Oh, how am I gonna stake my claim on the future
When I cannot lift my head
Oh, I ain't nothin' but a drunken loser
And my liver's overfed

'Cause I got a hangover
I won't make it through the day
'Cause I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay

Now I got a hangover
I won't make it through the day
'Cause I got a hangover
So just leave me where I lay
So just leave me where I lay