Happy Hour

歌詞

Looking back, I see a million little things that wrecked us She never liked my pickup truck parked up beside her Lexus And I never wore them khakis like she asked me Just trashy old blue jeans, old school ring And she packed up her Chanel, said "go to hell", taught me a lesson And now as far as she's concerned I'm in a deep and dark depression But it's happy hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of coolers I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie Girl I know a break up ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah And I know she'd hear about my "paint the town red" gallivanting And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with And she'll tell her friends I'm faking my heartbreak And time will take away my grin But not when every bar I stumble in... Is happy hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of coolers I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie Girl I know a break up ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah Will it make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell So tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still And it's happy hour drinking double shooters Buying whiskey sours for a pack of coolers I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 'Cause my good buddy Waylon hooked me up with some Willie Girl I know a break up ain't supposed to be fun But I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy hours is done, yeah