by Mark Courter. A twist on an old blues theme, this guy is so lucky he doesn't know what to do with himself. My influences are obvious in this one, and I hope I do them justice. I do all guitars, bass, vocals, drums, and mix. It is not Mastered.
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Lyrics
You think it's easy being me
But you got a lot to learn
Oh sure I'm young, good lookin too
With lots of cash to burn
With just one glance you can see
I'm big and plenty strong
And when a woman looks at me
I know she's lookin long
But there's more here than meets the eye
On that one you can bet
Cuz I'm more than just a pretty face
But I ain't nobody's pet
When I was born a shooting star
Streaked across the sky
My mama made some kind of sign
(they said she had the Eye)
It's just some kind of crazy luck
That makes me what I am
Whatever it is, it seems I'm stuck
I'm just a lucky man
But don't you get the notion
To make me toe your line
Cuz I'd surely walk away from it all
And you know I'd do just fine
I'll draw my card to the inside straight
Pick a pony that's for sure
Let it ride on double zero
And come on back for more
But that don't give me such a thrill
Not where I set the bar
The only time I get my thrill
Is when I grab this here guitar
And when I get back home I know
There's a woman who will stand
Right by my side and tolerate
This blues playin guitar man