Morning After Blues

Late last night I was on top of the world, Drinking stuff down enough to make your hair curl

I was really flying no one could put me down, When I woke this morning

My head was spinning round

I've got the morning after blues, I tell the white telephone the news

I'm sicker than a dog, I can't eat or walk or talk

I've got the morning after blues

Well last night that bottle was no match for me, Today I'm paying for my trip I've got the dry heaves

I don't remember much about what happened in the dark, But you can see my trail

All across the park

I've got the morning after blues, I tell the white telephone the news

I'm sicker than a dog, I can't eat or walk or talk

I've got the morning after blues....yeah Solo

Well last night that bottle was no match for me, Today I'm paying for my trip I've got the dry heaves

I don't remember much about what happened in the dark, But you can see my trail

All across the park

I've got the morning after blues, I tell the white telephone the news

Ah here I go again with that bottle in my hand, I've got the morning after blues

I've got the morning after blues, I tell the white telephone the news

Ah here I go again with that bottle in my hand, I've got the morning after blues

Credits

Laurent Roberge- Drums

Dave Decklebaum -Banjo

Ed Deigan, baritone, flattop, lead vocals

Bruce Kert- Guitars

Recording done at Concordia University

Mixing and editing done at Fusion 3000

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