Luck

LUCK

Connor grew up and he went his own way
Where he went next well he never did say
Head full of numbers, handful of hay
He put it on the one, never did pay
Oh luck

Stella makes a dollar flipping at the grill
Goes home hungry, never gets her fill
All her spare coin on the betting wheel
Says she’s going to strike it big, don’t think she ever will

Luck don’t live out here
Luck lives in the city
Luck goes out with the rich
and wakes up with the pretty
Oh luck

Ted got out but he’s gotten all soft
All those years three hots and a cot
Now he’s sitting out there throwing stones in the lot
Trying to figure out where he marked the spot
Oh luck

Wren was the angel, Roscoe was the wild
Ran away when he was just a child
Made good but they got him on file
The Sheriff’s daughter left him in the aisle

Luck don’t live out here
Luck lives in the city
Luck goes out with the rich
and wakes up with the pretty
Oh luck

Maggie was a farmer out there on her own
Three kids but all of them had flown
One bad year tripled the loan
Nothing ever come from anything she’s sown
Oh luck

Bough going to break, river going to bend
Drawer full of letters never going to send
On a round road looking for a friend
The fire goes out
That’s how it’s going to end

Luck don’t live out here
Luck lives in the city
Luck goes out with the rich
and wakes up with the pretty
Oh luck