Morgan Wallen - Happy Hour lyrics
Morgan Wallen [Morgan Cole Wallen] Sneedville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Morgan Wallen - Happy Hour lyrics]
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 khakis
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 Waylon 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
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
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
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 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
Little things that wrecked us
She never liked my pickup truck
Parked up beside her Lexus
And I never wore them khakis
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 Waylon 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
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
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
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 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