Well, the clocks are quiet
Little Joe's in jail
He got stopped late Sunday
Piss drunk and ornery
Took a swing, no bail
And Clyde only smiles
When Mary Ann is near
You know she married too young
To abhor anyone
For money, for fear
It's happy hour
The music gets loud
It's happy hour
Tell a joke, light a smoke
Just let the day go for now
Things aren't the same
Since Toby was killed
For a while we assumed
He got fed up and moved
For his dream in Nashville
But we're all moving targets
And it's all for sale
How the pearl-shaped pill
Is killing your will
Or your tooth and nail
It's happy hour
The music gets loud
It's happy hour
Tell a joke, light a smoke
Just let the years go for now
Just let the years go for now
It's barely dark out
But it's falling light
Maybe I should go
Settle in at home
I could sit and write all night
But I've got trouble
That don't let me move
If you had everything you wished for
Then what would you live for?
And what would you lose?
It's happy hour
The voices get loud
It's happy hour
Tell a joke, light a smoke
Just let your dreams go for now
Just let your dreams go for now
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