Good Mourning Songtext
von Julie Arsenault

I throw money at my problems
I throw whiskey down my throat
They say smoke ′em if you got 'em
And if he burns you, let him go

It′s an awkward conversation
Oh but how else will we know?
In this awful situation
I can't help but feel alone

Good morning, mourning after
Good morning, mourning sigh
Good morning, mourning sickness
Good morning. Goodbye.


Honestly I'd be surprised
If we survived until the spring
Darling I don′t wanna die
Don′t wanna die, a diamond ring

Good morning, mourning after
Good morning, mourning sigh
Good morning, mourning sickness
Good morning. Goodbye.
Goodbye.

I throw money at my problems
I throw whiskey down my throat
They say smoke 'em if you got ′em
And if he burns you, let him go