Chase Rice - Happy Hour (Worktape)
(Alright, Worktape, take fifty-six)(Fifty-seven)
(Fifty-seven, I'll make it right this time)
Tonight's Jenny's pourin' the Smirnoff
Guess Billie's got the night off
Yeah, rumor has it his ex-wife Catherine put his truck in the ditch
And there's a new owner, Joe what's his face
Last December, he bought this place
His girlfriend Jessie, she sure is sexy
She can sure be a bitch
And I don't know why but I still buy drinks for two
Maker, straight for me, Miller Lite for her
But that don't put her back in this barstool
Yeah, the beer's stay warm
All year 'round can't catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain't so happy without her
That same damn Skynyrd cover band
Playin' sweet home Alabam'
For the third time tonight (still playin' it too slow)
We used to dance all night long
She swore it was her favorite song
But now I guess, Joe's girl Jess is the star of the floor
And the tourists backed this place out
Right around ten
I'll still be drinkin' at this bar
And I'll be gone by then
And the beer's still warm
All year 'round can't catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place
Where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain't so happy without her
So close in on up, here's the cash for my tab
Don't you worry 'bout me, no, I'm callin' a cab
And I ain't never comin' back
I know I said that last night
I said that a thousand times
But the beer's still warm
All year 'round can't catch a buzz from the suds
And the tears they're pourin' down on me
Send me out to sea and take me to a place
Where the whiskey's a little more sour
I guess happy hour ain't so happy without her
I guess happy hour ain't so happy without her
(I finally get it right? all the words right?)
(My damn phone was going off the whole time)
I ain't seen you around
In a long, long time
Why's that, I can't really recall
No reason or rhyme
Oh wait, yes, I can
She never called me back
You must've gone found you another man to fall for your act
Now you're so friendly
When you see me
Sittin' up here at this bar
A keg deep in drinks
And you really wanna know if you can join me
Hell no
No, you can't sit here
No, I'm drinkin' this beer
'Cause of you and all you done to me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it's all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass, girl, you must be high on grass
You can kiss my ass
Maybe a little harsh
Yes, I'll admit it
I took that one a little bit too far
But I couldn't resist
I'm caught in your act
on all your bullshit
Now you wanna know if I'll be your friend
Oh girl, not one bit
Oh, what's that I see?
Could that be a tear?
Rollin' down your cheek
Alright baby, come on over here
And you can join me for just one drink
Oh wait, never mind
No, you can't sit here
No, I'm drinkin' this beer
'Cause of you and all you done to me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it's all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass, girl, you must be high on grass
You can kiss my ass
No, I ain't got no problems with him
Nah, nah, the problem's you
When you ask me how I've been
Well, honey, ain't it clear?
You can't sit here
No, I'm drinkin' this beer
'Cause of you and all you done for me
Now you seem so sad, you say you missed me bad
You think it's all good, but girl, I disagree
Now you wanna share a glass, girl, you must be high on grass
You can go on and kiss my ass
Yeah, yeah, you
You, can kiss my ass
Pucker up (ah man)
Written by:
Brian Kelley, Chase Rice
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