I woke up in the morning, 
my head pressed against the wall. 
I must be still at Revelwood, 
I guess I had a ball. 

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find my cigarettes, 
I can’t even find my shoes. 

I had plenty to eat there, 
some meat, some fruit, some bread. 
But now I can not see straight, 
and ohh my aching head. 

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find my wallet, 
I can’t even find my shoes. 

There are people lying everywhere, 
looking like the’ve just passed on. 
I hear some noise from downstairs, 
the party’s still raging on. 

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find my brain, 
I can’t even find my shoes. 

I must have gotten blasted, 
with lots and lots to drink. 
That must’ve been what happened, 
cause now it hurts to think.

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find the stairway, 
I can’t even find my shoes. 

I finally find my car keys, 
then I go to find my car. 
I learn the White Cups sold it, 
to pay to stock the bar. 

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find my taste buds, 
I can’t even find my shoes. 

I know those Revelwood parties, 
can make a grown man cry. 
But when another comes around, 
I know I’ll give it a try. 

I got those Revelwood, 
Revelwood Morning After Blues. 
I can’t find my aura, 
I can’t even find my shoes.