Hangover Blues
(Dunlop/Schmidt)

My cradle is a city called Philadelphia.Pa.,
more than two hundred years ago I set out on my way,
I started in New England slowly moving west,
now I'm standing at Talmalpais High slowly looking east.

You met me in the days of the Civil War
with the bells of freedom ringing back in 1864,
You found me, too, in Vietnam in 1965
fighting for democracy and loss of human life.

I visited the graveyards down at Wounded Knee,
I kept the spirits high in Woodstock and Monterey,
I'm written in the lines of Crosby,Young and Jackson Browne,
when I look into a mirror I only see a clown.

I was involved in Watergate , assassinations, too,
I was the first American to enter the moon,
I was the one who got you jobs in Sillicon Valley,
I'm the one who looks so good when the inside is empty.

Now I'm standing at a corner down on Sunset Boulevard,
everybody thinks I‘m a Hollywood star,
in the background is the ocean my eyes are looking east,
the California sun sets- forverer as it seems.

So I`m sitting in the kitchen drinking whiskey and gin,
I listen to the music of Roger McGuinn,
I'm thinking of the good times waiting for good news
but the only thing that's left is the
Hangover Blues
Hangover Blues
Hangover Blues