Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think he's no good, well he knew he was bad
Took him to a place, now he 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

He was a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say he was lucky, well [bad word] he's made his own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone

Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, he always found an escape
Drove him to drink, but hey that's not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Guess he was greedy, all of his life
Greedy with his children, his lovers, his 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 he hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it, you came crying for his help

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
He's [bad word]  baby he's 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