Happy Hour

[Verse 1] 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 Skoal ring [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] But it's happy hour, drinking double shooters Buying whiskey 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 [Verse 2] And I know she'll 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 hearts breaking, time will take away my grin But not when every bar I stumble in [Chorus] Is happy hour, drinking double shooters Buying whiskey 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 [Bridge] Well it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell Tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still [Chorus] And it's happy hour, drinking double shooters Buying whiskey 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