Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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You think he's no good, well, he knew he was bad
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Took him to a place, now he can't get back
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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We walked together down a dead end street
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Mixing the bitter with the sweet
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Don't try to figure out, what we might've had
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Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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He was a singer, some say a sinner
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Rolling the dice, not always a winner
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You said he was lucky but hell he made his own
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Not part of the crowd, not feeling alone
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Under pressure but not bent out of shape
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Surrounded, he always found an escape
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It drove him to drink but hey, that's not all bad
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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Guess he was greedy, all of his life
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Greedy with his children, his lovers, his wife
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Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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Well, maybe it was talk, saloon singing
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The chairs are all stacked and the swingers stopped swinging
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You said he hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
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And after you did it, you ran crying for his help
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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He's not complaining, baby, he's glad
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You call it a compromise, well, what's that
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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Two shots of happy and one shot of sad
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Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad
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| Nancy Sinatra |
