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Whiskey Sour Happy Hour
by Joel Allan
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She lived across the street, we'd get together around two
Doing what a man and woman do sometimes in the afternoon
We'd share a cigarette and tell each other that was nice
Then we'd fix ourselves a drink and toast our little paradise
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
Looking back I guess it's impossible to know
What exactly was the point when it all went up in smoke
Maybe when she called and said "Baby I got something to do today"
Maybe when I saw his truck with out of state plates in her driveway
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
She left late one night with that guy
A couple weeks later a package arrived
Inside was a cocktail shaker and a cigarette
And a post-it note that said "no regrets"
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
Our whiskey sour happy hour
She lived across the street, we'd get together around two
Doing what a man and woman do sometimes in the afternoon
We'd share a cigarette and tell each other that was nice
Then we'd fix ourselves a drink and toast our little paradise
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
Looking back I guess it's impossible to know
What exactly was the point when it all went up in smoke
Maybe when she called and said "Baby I got something to do today"
Maybe when I saw his truck with out of state plates in her driveway
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
She left late one night with that guy
A couple weeks later a package arrived
Inside was a cocktail shaker and a cigarette
And a post-it note that said "no regrets"
Our whiskey sour happy hour
I'd bring it back in a heartbeat if it was within my power
I miss the maraschino cherry and the little orange wheel
The bourbon down my throat, the way it made me feel
Most of all I miss our whiskey sour happy hour
Our whiskey sour happy hour
