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Story behind the song
I'm tellin' you boys, you had better watch out for those young blond headed women. They'll get you every time.
Lyrics
LUCKY SEVEN
I got a pretty little thing who’s all hot for me
Hotter than a pistol on a killin’ spree
She’s got me wrapped up tight – Won’t let me breathe
I’m sinkin’ fast and I do believe
It’s like rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Well, I guess I’m lucky but I just can’t say
She likes to snuggle real close and whisper sweet stuff
She’s got me mesmerized – I can’t get enough
All my buddies been tellin’ me to watch myself
Or you’ll be sittin’ like a puppet up on the shelf
It’s like rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Well, I guess I’m lucky but I just can’t say
She’s got them big blue eyes and that drop dead smile
She smothers me with kisses and all the while
She’s got that pretty little mind on just one thing
A house full of babies and a wedding ring
It’s like rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Rollin’ Lucky Seven the hard way
Well, I guess I’m lucky but I just can’t say
