Happy Hour

Lookin' 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 Skoal 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, drinkin' double shooters

Buyin' whisky sours for a pack of cougars

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 breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah

And I know she'll hear about my paint-the-town-red galavantin'

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 fakin', my heart's breakin'

Time will take away my grin

But not when every bar I stumble in is

Happy hour, drinkin' double shooters

Buyin' whisky sours for a pack of cougars

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 breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah

Well, it'll 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 standin' still, and it's

Happy hour, drinkin' double shooters

Buyin' whisky sours for a pack of cougars

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 breakup ain't supposed to be fun

But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done

Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah