Lucky

Sings her songs at airport bars

To old men, shooting Irish car-bombs

She thought she’d have it all figured out

Thought she’d have it all figured out

Takes her tips to the Speedway

Pack of smokes and 10 on 8

A handful of scratch offs

And all the rest to the Power ball

She’s just out here trying to get Lucky

Ain't we all just trying to get Lucky

C'mon and throw me something

It all can’t mean nothing

Don't drop me on a limb just to watch it break

Oh for Heaven’s Sake

She’s got a favorite of the guys she’s seeing

He’s good in bed and good with her feelings

But she knows, it’ll never work out

Yeah she knows, it’ll never work out

She’s supposed to blame it on her daddy

But he’s only unkind to his money

And her favorite brother’s in the army

Yeah that’s right her favorite brother got shot in the army

He said I guess I just got lucky

Ain’t we all just trying to get lucky

C'mon and throw me something

It all can’t mean nothing

Don't drop me on a limb just to watch it break

Oh for Heaven’s Sake

C'mon and throw me something

It all can’t mean nothing

Don't drop me on a limb just to watch it break

Oh for Heaven’s Sake