Lyrics

Shot me some dice in the middle of the night And the only white man in the room Must have been hot when I pulled that slot Cashed me fifty thousand two Well I've been caught in the back seat Lovin' on an ole' boys' wife If I'd a been about two inches taller He would have took my life Somebody must be watching out for me I'm a lucky SOB Had a beautician... mortician... one named Mary And two with a southern draw No matter how drunk I ever got Lawd, I still couldn't run em' off I gotta damn good ticker for an old picker That lives on Jack-n-Coke This single wide trailer that I was raised up in Couldn't hold all I smoked Fall in a river come up with a glass of tea I'm a lucky SOB Well I'm A lucky SOB... You don't ever wanna bet against me I can wear my crimson tight t-shirt in a bar full of Tennessee's Hey, I'm still standing and still got all my teeth... I'm a lucky SOB (That's me) Well I'm A lucky SOB... You don't ever wanna bet against me I can wear my crimson tight t-shirt in a bar full of Tennessee's Hey, I'm still standing and still got all my teeth... I'm a lucky SOB... Well I'm still here and Lawd, it's so clear I'm a lucky S. O. B. (Yeah... That's me) Well, I'm still here and Lawd, it's so clear I'm a lucky SOB (That's me) Hey boys... That's the way we do it down South... Way on down South... Talkin' bout' a little poker
Writer(s): Billy Lawson, Steve Oliver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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