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Happy Times Guaranteed in a Bottle of Whatever

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Bobby Logan
02/15/2019

Story

Happy Times Guaranteed in a Bottle of Whatever is a traditional but dark country track. It is the story of a guy who finds himself at the end of the road - he's depressed, he's lost everything and resorted to nothing but drinking in his local small town bar.

Lyrics

Happy Times Guaranteed In A Bottle of Whatever

© Bobby Logan

 

Now Bobby was a rebel, he’d been drinking all night,

He was worn down by life, he’d given up the fight,

He was sittin’ in a dark bar with another lost soul,

Wo’n’t gonna be easy, to get outta dis hole.

 

He’s broke, been let go, rents overdue,

He’s sick o’ feeling, so numb and blue,

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

 

Weren’t nothing happening but a jukebox track,

Monday night in small town ain’t party time with Jack,

He ain’t got no job or any steady revenue,

Bobby got no skills and he ain’t got a clue.

 

He’s broke, been let go, rents overdue,

He’s sick o’ feeling, so numb and blue,

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

 

Closing time, doors locked, midnight train sounds,

Streets empty ev’where closed, ain’t no one around,

Wife and kids long gone, no one but a brown bag friend,

Truck sold, boots holed, nothing left to mend.

 

He’s broke, been let go, rents overdue,

He’s sick o’ feeling, so numb and blue,

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

 

He’s just another loser in another small town,

He’s been south to north and all aroun,

Ain’t nothing gonna go, his way no more,

So he’s closing shop today and bolting the door

 

He’s broke, been let go, rents overdue,

He’s sick o’ feeling, so numb and blue,

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

 

Bobby’s not been seen now, for a couple of weeks,

Solace with the good Lord, is now all he seeks.

Just an empty stool, another old town bar,

Waitin for the next one, who sure ain’t far.

 

He’s broke, been let go, rents overdue,

He’s sick o’ feeling, so numb and blue,

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

Money’s gone, lost his keys, ain’t that clever,

Happy times guaranteed in a bottle of whatever.

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