Testi:
Get Lucky

It scares me recalling How close I came to falling But fools get lucky Fortune must like me When people ask where you came from I tell them Fools get lucky

She gonna lay in the bed that I made She'll be there for seven days I'm gonna give her the feeling that I get When I see he battin' eyes I could never

see She's way out of my league But then again Maybe she won't You know I might get lucky [Repeat Chorus] I might get lucky I might get lucky I might get lucky

and bad luck And no luck, it's true But I always get lucky with you I've been turned on, and turned down When the bars close at two But I always get lucky

Southern bound from Glasgow town She's shining in the sun My Scotson Lasing?? Lassie? On the border run We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing

lit a fire beneath her just so she would crank Keep a weather eye on the horizon Tap storm glass now and then We got a case of Old Damnation for when you get

The chisels are calling it's time to make sawdust Steely reminders of things left to do Monteleone A mandolin?s waiting for you My fingerplane's working

They had a last supper the day of the beaching She's a dead ship sailing skeleton crew The galley is empty, the stove pots are cooling What's left

In summer '63 I was staying alive hanging at the racs, hoping to drive When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars I couldn?t get a pass