Headache and heartache

Verse 1]

Woke up on the couch with one boot on,

Phone blowin’ up, all the beer’s gone.

My head’s ringin’ like a church bell fight,

Guess whiskey won again last night.

There’s a taco wrapper in the passenger seat,

And I don’t even own a dog named Pete.

My wallet’s empty, my pride is too,

And I smell like regret and Mountain Dew.

‘Cause it’s a headache and a heartache, rollin’ like a freight train,

Should’ve stopped drinkin’ round beer number eight.

Now I’m payin’ for the laughs, every sip, every song,

Tryin’ to piece together where it all went wrong.

Yeah, I danced with the devil in a neon haze,

Now I’m prayin’ to the Lord for some better days.

Ain’t no worse kinda dawn

Than wakin’ up and she’s gone —

With a headache and a heartache hangin’ on.

Found a note on the counter, smudged with tears,

Said, “I’m done with your games and your half-warm beers.”

She left while I was three sheets deep,

While I was singin’ Skynyrd off key in my sleep.

I swore I’d change about a hundred times,

But a promise don’t mean much at closing time.

Now it’s cold eggs and lukewarm sin,

Wonderin’ if she’ll take me back again.

‘Cause it’s a headache and a heartache, rollin’ like a freight train,

Should’ve stopped drinkin’ round beer number eight.

Now I’m payin’ for the laughs, every sip, every song,

Tryin’ to piece together where it all went wrong.

Yeah, I danced with the devil in a neon haze,

Now I’m prayin’ to the Lord for some better days.

Ain’t no worse kinda dawn

Than wakin’ up and she’s gone —

With a headache and a heartache hangin’ on.

If rock bottom had a barstool, I’ve sat in it,

Poured every excuse in a 90-proof minute.

Now I’m facin’ the price of my late-night sin,

Swearin’ I ain’t gonna do it again…

Till next weekend.

Yeah, it’s headache and a heartache, rollin’ through my soul,

Feelin’ more broke than my fishing pole.

And I’m starin’ at the ceiling, tryin’ to make things right,

With a bottle of water and a prayer tonight.

If she don’t come back, well, I can’t blame her,

Hell, I can barely face my own behavior.

But I’ll put that bottle down,

If it’ll turn this thing around —

‘Cause this headache and heartache’s draggin’ me down.

Yeah, this headache… and heartache…

Are the only damn things stickin’ around.