Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sadYou think he's no good, well, he knew he was badTook him to a place, now he can't get backTwo shots of happy, one shot of sad
We walked together down a dead end streetMixing the bitter with the sweetDon't try to figure out, what we might've hadJust two shots of happy, one shot of sad
He was a singer, some say a sinnerRolling the dice, not always a winnerYou said he was lucky but hell he made his ownNot part of the crowd, not feeling alone
Under pressure but not bent out of shapeSurrounded, he always found an escapeIt drove him to drink but hey, that's not all badTwo shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess he was greedy, all of his lifeGreedy with his children, his lovers, his wifeGreedy for the good things as well as the badTwo shots of happy, one shot of sad
Well, maybe it was talk, saloon singingThe chairs are all stacked and the swingers stopped swingingYou said he hurt you, you put the finger on yourselfAnd after you did it, you ran crying for his help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sadHe's not complaining, baby, he's gladYou call it a compromise, well, what's thatTwo shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy and one shot of sad