Happy Hour Songtext
von Morgan Wallen

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 khaki′s like she asked me
Just trashy old blue jeans
Old skoal ring
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 cougars
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly
′Cause my good buddy went and 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-hours is done, yeah


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 heart′s breaking
Time will take away my grin
But I′m winning every bar I stumble in

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 went and hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun
But I′m here at happy hour, happy-hours is done, yeah

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
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 went and hooked me up with some Willy
Girl, I know a breakup 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