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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  baby I'm glad 
You call it [bad word]  well what's that 
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad 

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad