Good Feelin’

Of all the dives in Virginia, that I can walk in
You had to be in this one tonight
Sippin' on a Busch Light
Girl, you're looking just like my kinda kryptonite

I know I probably shouldn't, a smarter man wouldn't
But that smarter man just ain't me
'Cause I don't know who you are
But you already broke my heart
And I ain't even bought you a drink

Yeah, I can tell by that wink

This is gonna hurt, hurt, hurt in the morning
Bound to have a hell of a hangover coming
You, you, you or the whiskey
Wonder which one of y'all gonna kill me
Give me more of both and I guess we'll see
I got a real good feelin' you're gonna be bad for me

I know I'm in for trouble
'Cause I'm dizzy, seeing double
Just from looking in you into me eyes
Heaven couldn't help me
Baby, something tells me sleep ain't on the menu tonight

Might be 2:30
But it's still too early to call it, so I'll call us a cab
Ride away into the sunrise
Kiss tomorrow goodbye
Hell, it might be my last

Girl, between you and the Jack

This is gonna hurt, hurt, hurt in the morning
Bound to have a hell of a hangover coming
You, you, you or the whiskey
Wonder which one of y'all gonna kill me
Give me more of both and I guess we'll see
I got a real good feelin' you're gonna be bad for me

Hurt, hurt, hurt in the morning
You, you, you or the whiskey

This is gonna hurt, hurt, hurt in the morning
Bound to have a hell of a hangover coming
You, you, you or the whiskey
Wonder which one of y'all gonna kill me
Give me more of both and I guess we'll see
I got a real good feelin' you're gonna be bad
A real good feelin' you're gonna be bad for me

You're bad for me
Aw, yeah, this ain't gonna be good



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Writer(s): Benjy Lashar Davis, Michael David Whitworth, William Phillip Jones
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