Tom: G
Introdução: G
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
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
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
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
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