Happy Hours

Intro: G 


Verse: 1 
G 
Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us 
G 
She never liked my pick up truck parked up beside her Lexus 
       C 
And I never wore them khaki's like she asked me 
                         G 
Just trashy old blue jeans, old skoal ring 
        D                                                    C 
She packed up her Chanel, said "go to hell", taught me a lesson 
                    G 
And now as far as she's concerned I'm in a deep and dark depression 


[Refrão]

G 
But it's happy hour drinking double shooters 
G 
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars 
     C 
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 
                   G 
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some willie 
D                                              C 
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun 
            G 
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah 


Verse: 2 
G 
And I know she'll hear about my 'paint the town red' gallivanting 
G 
And she'll think I thought of her curves when I found that gal to dance with 
                C                                                                                       G 
And she'll tell her friends I'm faking, my hearts breaking, time will take away my grin 
            D 
But I win every bar I stumble in 


[Refrão]

G 
But it's happy hour drinking double shooters 
G 
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars 
     C 
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 
                    G 
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some willy 
D                                       C 
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun 
           G 
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done 


Bridge: C G D C G C G D C G 

G                                                   C                  G 
Well it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell 
G 
So tell her ever since she left me it's like time is standing still 


[Refrão]

G 
And it's happy hour drinking double shooters 
G 
Buying whiskey sours for a pack of cougars 
     C 
I know I should be sadder but it all seems silly 
                    G 
'Cause my good buddy went and hooked me up with some willy 
D                                       C 
Girl, I know a breakup ain't supposed to be fun 
             G 
But I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done 
              G 
Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah 

G