Aaron Pritchett - Morning After The Night Before

BEER CAN PYRAMID SITTIN' ON THE TABLE THREE EMPTY BOTTLES OF JOHNNY'S BLACK LABEL COLD PIZZA IN MY HAND, PREACHER MAN ON THE CABLE I THINK HE'S YELLIN' AT ME MY BUDDY TED'S HALF DEAD ON THE SOFA EVEN THE DOG'S LOOKING LIKE HE'S HUNG OVER SOMEBODY GOT PISSED AND KICKED A HOLE IN THE DOOR IT'S THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE CHORUS AND I SWORE, NEVER AGAIN STILL WOUND UP, THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND I'D FEEL A WHOLE LOT BETTER IF I'D THOUGHT A LITTLE MORE ‘BOUT THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE WHO BROUGH THE JAGGER, WHO SMOKED MY CIGARS WHO LEFT THEIR DRINK SITTING ON MY GUITAR WHY DO I ALWAYS WAKE UP FACE DOWN ON THE FLOOR THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE CHORUS BRIDGE SOMETHING HAPPENS TO MYSELF CONTROL WHEN THE GIRLS ARE HOT AND THE BEERS ARE COLD LEARNED MY LESSON, A HUNDRED TIMES I MIGHT MAKE IT A HUNDRED AND ONE TONIGHT CHORUS

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