Two shots of happy, one shot of sad You think hes no good, well he knew he was bad Took him to a place, now he cant get back Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Walked together down a dead end street We were mixing the bitter with the sweet Dont try to figure out what we might of had Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad He was a singer, some say a sinner Rolling the dice, not always a winner You say he was lucky, well hell hes made his own Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone Under pressure, but not bent out of shape Surrounded, he always found an escape Drove him to drink, but hey thats not all bad Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Guess he was greedy, all of his life Greedy with his children, his lovers, his wife Greedy for the good things as well as the bad Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Maybe its just talk, saloon singing The chairs are all stacked, the swingings stopped swinging You say he hurt you, you put the finger on yourself Then after you did it, you came crying for his help Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Hes not complaining, baby hes glad You call it a compromise, well whats that Two shots of happy, one shot of sad Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 08:01:29 +0000
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