Lyrics: Get Lucky

I’m better with my muscles,
Than I am with my mouth.
I work the fairgrounds in the summer,
Go pick fruit down south.

And when I feel them chilly winds
Where the weather goes I’ll follow,
Pack up my traveling things,
And go with the swallows.

And I might get lucky now and then.
You win some, might get lucky now and then
You win some.

I wake up every morning
Keep an eye on what I spent.
Got to think about eating,
Got to think about paying the rent.
Always think it’s funny, gets me every time,
What about happiness and money
Tell it to the bread line.

But you might get lucky now and then.
You win some, you might get lucky now and then,
Yeh, you win some.

Now I’m rambling through this meadow,
Happy as a man could be.
Think I’ll just lay me down,
Under this old tree.

On and on we go, through this old world a-shufflin’,
If you’ve got a truffle, girl,
You can go trufflin’.

And you might get lucky now and then,
You win some, might get lucky now and then.
You win some.