Happy Hour
The painful irony that you'll find at many bars featuring local customers is that there's nothing really happy about "Happy hour" going on there. I was picturing this song being a bit ironic and sarcastic, a faster, upbeat chorus that really comes in making you feel like it's happy hour, but then making it clear that the people there drinking aren't happy about it at all.
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Well, the men in here are down on their luck
A line of loss from jobs to children and love
With most just hopin' to save a few bucks
At five they'll ring that bell
(Chorus)
And then it's happy hour
The waitress comes 'round
The beers are ice cold
And they're smooth goin' down
But no one's smiling
It's just understood
We're all escaping the same pains
Not sure why they call it happy hour
We're gettin' sadder every day
Ol' Jim sat down, his divorce went through
He can't see his sons save a weekend or two
Something many of us know all about in our crew
We only got a few minutes to go
(Chorus)
When one doesn't show up, we toast him farewell
Figure he's found out how to get outta hell
A new one takes his place, already knows us well
Let's go in three, two...
(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020