GOOD LUCK

I bet big on a small hand and I

Lost big on a small table

Thought it was a sure thing but

My body weren’t quite able

To shake off those mean looks

Burnin’ holes in the cards from across the table

And I know I aint the savior

But I got men lookin’ for me in stables

Well I came and went then I played and lost

Then I ran and hid and its funny cause

I knocked on wood and knocked a mirror off the wall

I flipped a switch and saw a black cat runnin’ down the hall

I pick four leaf clovers under ladders that are sure to fall

Stepped on a crack and broke the

Back of the horse that I rode in on

But that’s alright

It aint that strange

Cause my luck’s like my money, honey I’m makin’ change

I got houses under bridges

I take showers in the ditches

I got footprints on the railroads

To the boxcars for provisions

I got holes in all my socks

Its my idea of stylish

The irony of my plight is

Mama told me I was Irish

Well I came and went

I played and lost

I ran and hid

And its funny cause

I knocked on wood and knocked a mirror off the wall

I flipped a switch and saw a black cat runnin’ down the hall

I pick four leaf clovers under ladders that are sure to fall

I stepped on a crack and broke the

Back of the horse that I rode in on

But that’s alright

It aint that strange

Cause my luck’s like my money, honey I’m makin’ change