Happy Hour Sad

Cole Swindell



Your heart got broke
My world got wrecked
That rug got pulled
We both got left
You grabbed that barstool next to mine
And them taillight-fadin’-jukebox-Waylon-tears went dry

Quick as a bridge can burn
Those dive bar tables can turn

Walked in to happy hour sad
Tryin’ to drown a little lonely
Went from wantin’ exes back to wantin’ nothin’ but you on me
These movin’-on-two-for-ones are workin’ fast
The way you’re lookin’ at me
Looks like we ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad
Happy hour sad

Your smile turned on
My buzz came back
Them shots, they’re gone
Just like the past

Where the night’s goin’ you tell me
Baby, ain’t it hard to believe that we

Walked in to happy hour sad
Tryin’ to drown a little lonely
Went from wantin’ exes back to wantin’ nothin’ but you on me?
These movin’-on-two-for-ones are workin’ fast
The way you’re lookin’ at me
Looks like we ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad

I’m cardin’ down the tab
You’re callin’ up a cab
We’re slippin’ out the back

Ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad

Quick as a bridge can burn
Those dive bar tables can turn

We walked in to happy hour sad
Tryin’ to drown a little lonely
Went from wantin’ exes back to wantin’ nothin’ but you on me
These movin’-on-two-for-ones are workin’ fast
The way you’re lookin’ at me
Looks like we ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad

I’m cardin’ down the tab
You’re callin’ up a cab
We’re slippin’ out the back

Ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad
Ain’t leavin’ happy hour sad


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