Из альбома: Cowboy Like Me
The smell of coffee hits me while 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 a blue lake bridge and wrecked my pick-up twice
Then she picked this here country boy out of all them other guys
Boy’s 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 ya’ll trust me, I’d rather be lucky
Now you can win a power ball with a million in the pot, then go on in with an Ace and King and hit a straight flush on the flop
You can sit here on this creek bank with a girl this hot, man that’s plain lucky
Ya my old college roommate is some big software CEO
My cousin benches 405 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 I got on the radio
She’s a cross between a color of an outdoor life and vogue
There’s folks who think they got it all, folks rolling in the dough,
but ya’ll trust me, Yeah I’d rather be lucky
I’d rather be lucky
I’d rather be lucky than good than any day of the week, girl