Lucky

The smell of coffee hits me as I open up my eyes

A southern angel wearing nothing but an apron and a smile

I say thank you sweet Lord Jesus

Tell the truth don't know how I got so lucky

All them boys from back in high school wonder how I'm still alive

Hooked by a bull dove off of Blue Lake Bridge and wrecked my pick-up twice

Then she picked this here country boy out of all them other guys

Boys that's lucky

Well, I got a couple buddies playing football in the pros

And I know this guy who owns a whole dang beach in Mexico

There's some with good looks some with brains

Some rolling in the dough

But y'all trust me, I'd rather be lucky

Now, you can win a Powerball with eighty million in the pot

Then go on in with Ace and King and hit a straight flush on the flop

You can sit here on this creek bank fishing with a girl this hot

Man, that's plain lucky

Yeah my old college roommate's some big software CEO

My cousin benches four oh five and flies his jet to Rome

There's some with good looks some with brains

Some rolling in the dough

But y'all trust me, I'd rather be lucky

Well, my baby's one in a million, fellas

And I tell you that's the truth

So while you're out searching for one that's sweet and smart and sexy too

I'll be home sipping a cold one for you

Here's to hoping you get lucky

I hope you get lucky

'Cause they sing about the girl that I got on the radio

She's the cross between a color of an outdoor life and Vogue

There's folks that think they got it all

Folks rollin' in the dough

But y'all, trust me

Yeah, I'd rather be lucky

I'd rather be lucky

I'd rather be lucky than good any day of the week, girl