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Happy Hour

Tracie Lynn & Robert Ellis Orall

It’s almost 9:30 and it won’t be long
Till I hear his keys in the door
I’ve had my dinner and he’s had his one beer
That always turns into one more
It’s tearing me up cause inside I know
He’d rather be out with the boys then come home

Why do they call it Happy Hour
It feels so sad to me
Drinks pour at five and go on all night
It never makes sense when I’m crying
So why do they call it happy hour

He comes in happy but he sure gets mad
When I’m not in the mood for a kiss
He just won’t listen when I try to tell him
That I can’t keep living like this
God knows I love him but I don’t think he can
Give me a reason that I’ll understand

Why do they call it Happy Hour
It feels so sad to me
Drinks pour at five and go on all night
It never makes sense when I’m crying
So why do they call it happy hour

Why do they call it Happy Hour
It feels so sad to me
Drinks pour at five and go on all night
It never makes sense when I’m crying
So why do they call it happy hour
Why do they call it happy hour