Good Luck Kid

Cinch up your saddle, boy

It's nothing that you did

All those things I told you

Still ringin' in your head

Shake that dust off your boots

And tip your hat to the wind

You got a crowd lookin' down

Rooting for the good-luck kid

You might think it's cruel, my son

And you may not understand

Why I couldn't hold you tight

Why I'd rather shake your hand

It might be thirty years from now

When you realize my plan

When you find there is no ride

Like tryin' to raise a man

My name is what I left behind

For whatever that is worth

Doesn't come with no gold mine

But you'll always have your word

When that rope's around your hand

Dig your spurs and let her buck

Like the men from this land

You'll just need a little luck