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)