Happy Hour - Slower Lower Sessions
I used to spend my evenings
Out on some old bar stool
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
Girl you make me look oh like tequila
It only takes one sip to see you sweetie then sangria
I don't know how I ever went this long without you
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
Out on some old bar stool
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
Girl you make me look oh like tequila
It only takes one sip to see you sweetie then sangria
I don't know how I ever went this long without you
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
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Writer(s): Jimmie Allen, Dallas Wilson, Tate Howell
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