G Looking back I see a million little things that wrecked us 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 She packed up her Chanel, C 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 Chorus: G But it's happy hour drinking double shooters 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 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 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 ours is done G Well it'll make her feel much better if she thinks my life is hell So 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 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 ours is done Yeah, I'm here at happy hour, happy ours is done, yeah | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D G |