Tekstovi: Shane Wyatt. The Last Cowboy. Happy Hour.

I came straight from work
And I ordered a beer
We don?t talk about you
They don?t know you here

I?m with all my friends
But it?s great solitude
It?s my happy hour
I don?t waste it on you

When we talk about hard times
Some talk of ex-wives
Some talk of old girlfriends
They?ve loved in their lives

But for me that?s the one thing
That?s strictly taboo
This is my happy hour
I don?t waste it on you

Chorus: Twenty-four seven, this ol? heart?s in pain
Week after week, each day is the same
My only vacation?s Friday afternoon
That?s my happy hour
I don?t waste it on you

And If I see and old friend
That we both once knew
We?ll talk like old buddies
?Til they bring up you

That?s when I tell them
I?ve got something to do
?Cause this is my happy hour
I don?t waste it on you

Repeat Chorus

My one consolation?s Friday afternoon
That?s my happy hour
I don?t waste it on you