Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad Songtext / Lyric

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

You think he's no good, well, he knew he was bad

Took him to a place, now he can't get back

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

We walked together down a dead end street

Mixing the bitter with the sweet

Don't try to figure out, what we might've had

Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad

He was a singer, some say a sinner

Rolling the dice, not always a winner

You said he was lucky but hell he made his own

Not part of the crowd, not feeling alone

Under pressure but not bent out of shape

Surrounded, he always found an escape

It drove him to drink but hey, that's not all bad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Guess he was greedy, all of his life

Greedy with his children, his lovers, his wife

Greedy for the good things as well as the bad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Well, maybe it was talk, saloon singing

The chairs are all stacked and the swingers stopped swinging

You said he hurt you, you put the finger on yourself

And after you did it, you ran crying for his help

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

He's not complaining, baby, he's glad

You call it a compromise, well, what's that

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Two shots of happy and one shot of sad