Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

You think I'm no good, well I know I've been bad

Took you to a place, now you can't get back

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad





Walked together down a dead end street

We were mixing the bitter with the sweet

Don't try to figure out what we might of had

Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad





I'm just a singer, some say a sinner

Rolling the dice, not always a winner

You say I've been lucky, well hell I've made my own

Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone





Under pressure, but not bent out of shape

Surrounded, we always found an escape

Drove me to drink, but hey that's not all bad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad





Guess I've been greedy, all of my life

Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife

Greedy for the good things as well as the bad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad





Maybe it's just talk, saloon singing

The chairs are all stacked, the swinging's stopped swinging

You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself

Then after you did it, you came crying for my help





Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

I'm not complaining, baby I'm glad

You call it a compromise, well what's that

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad





Two shots of happy, one shot of sad





(Happy birthday, Frank