O.V. Wright
I’ll Hate Myself Tomorrow
I left my little woman
With her head, hanging down in sorrow
Oh, I'm having a good time tonight
But I bet I'll hate myself tomorrow
Oh, you understand what I'm singing about
I've spent every cent I have, Lord have mercy
Everything my so-called friends would let me borrow
Oh, we're pitching a ball tonight
I won't be able to face myself tomorrow (Face myself tomorrow)
Why, does a man do these things, know he's doing wrong?
Why, does a man roam the streets and leave his home at night?
Oh, I'm having a ball
Yes I am right now
Oh, what will I do tomorrow?
When all of my friends arе gone
Nobody
Oh my baby, will my baby leave mе by myself?