Lyrics by Craig Nance and Blake Brownlee

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' headache/Layin' next to a whiskey-dick
mistake/Hungover, on the wrong side, with a bitta strange/The room started spinnin' when I hit
the john/I had to turn around to sit so I wouldn't fall/Sittin' pissin' like a chick, what a way to start
the day/And I'm tryin' to remember how I got home/But where my brain used to be, there's a big
hole/I gotta live with what I did, like it or not…Whiskey Tango Foxtrot/When I was through pukin'
and done cleanin' up/I smoked a little breakfast so it wasn't so tough/To deal with what I'd have
to once she was awake/Cuz one thing I remember is chatter nonstop/And I was in no mood to
listen to her talk/But I knew I'd have to cuz I couldn't recollect a thing/And I'm tryin' to remember
how I got home/But where my brain used to be, there's a big hole/I gotta live with what I did, like
it or not…Whiskey Tango Foxtrot/Now I can't find my keys and my truck is gone/My credit card's
missin' and I can't recall/Where I been and which bar has an open tab in my name/And it's plain
to see she's the only clue/For me to figure out what I'm a-gonna do/Funny how last night just
won't go away/And I'm tryin' to remember how I got home/But where my brain used to be,
there's a big hole/I gotta live with what I did, like it or not…Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.