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
Walk together
Down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter
With the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm just a singer
Some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice
Not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell, I 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 swingers 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 compromise
Well what's that?
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy
One shot
Of sad