Hungover in Houston

Hungover in Houston, and Lord, ain’t it a bad thing to be

When you’re busted and hungry, facin’ livin’ out on the street

Goin’ out of my mind, one drink at a time, tryin’ to hold out hope

I’ve got to get myself straight, and quit tying’ knots in the rope

I looked out on the city, watchin’ that sun come up

I wish I had a dime for every time I woke up drunk

I’m down on the bottom, but I’ve heard you can only rise

Hungover in Houston, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize

Lookin’ for people I knew, tryin’ to be discreet

‘Cause I was leavin’ somewhere, Lord knows, I shouldn’t be

But as I took a shot from that old paper sack, the one I’ve grown to know so well

I said an old backslidin’ drunk ain’t got a snow ball’s chance in Hell

I looked out on the city, watchin’ that sun come up

I wish I had a dime for every time I woke up drunk

I’m down on the bottom, but I’ve heard you can only rise

Hungover in Houston, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize

I looked out on the city, watchin’ that sun come up

I swear I won't see another sunrise while I'm still drunk

I’m down on the bottom, but I’ve heard you can only rise

Hungover in Houston, but I’ve got my eyes on the prize

I'm still hungover in Houston, I've got sober livin' on my mind