Jimmie Allen — Happy Hour

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I used to spend my evenings out on some old bar stool
And drink until we shut that whole place down, yeah
‘Cause nothing beat that feeling of some buddies and a bottle
But when I met you I knew I was wrong

You’re my happy hour
You’re my whiskey sour
You’re my double shotted kisses
Right when I get home from work
Kiss an open bar
So climb in these open arms
You give me everything I need
Yeah I’m buzzing just because
You’re my happy hour

It’s five o’ clock somewhere
When I see you in that t-shirt
And girl you make me loco like tequila
It only takes one sip to see you’re sweeter than sangria
I don’t know how I ever went this long without ya

You’re my happy hour
You’re my whiskey sour
You’re my double shotted kisses
Right when I get home from work
Kiss an open bar
So climb in these open arms
You give me everything I need
Yeah I’m buzzing just because
You’re my happy hour

I just wanna stay home and drink all of you
‘Cause nothing makes me feel like you do

‘Cause you’re my happy hour
You’re my happy hour, baby, oh yeah

Kiss an open bar
So climb in these open arms
You give me everything I need
Yeah I’m buzzing just because
You’re my happy hour
You’re my happy hour, baby, aw yeah
You’re my happy hour, keep me close, keep me close
You’re my happy hour, baby, aw yeah