Get Lucky (feat. Thad Cockrell)

He was killing off a Slow Gin Fizz at a cash bar in Nash Vegas

The Babe Ruth of the music biz I squeezed up close and shameless

He said ah looky there, a songwriter I said yeah how’d you guess?

He said “I could smell the Greyhound diesel And Browns Diner on your breath

I said man, I’m such a fan of your songs

you never left no chicken on the bone

Who sang em better Cash, Paycheck or Jones ?

guess a man can’t go wrong

i said how about some free advice

he laughed and said my ex-wives’ll tell ya

You don’t want none of mine

But if ya think it’ll help ya

Use that head on your shoulders son

Your momma didn’t raise no dummy

don’t forget to have a little fun

life ain’t nothing but a game of gin rummy

Be ready when the fire comes down

Leave your tape recorder running

Make a little art and make a little money

When all fails gets lucky

He said knowing what I know now

i’d probably turn back around

work the lumber yard in my hometown

go to college at night and make my grandma proud

there’s even more talent here than when i landed

but here’s the secret to any business

just be more ornery than talented

outwork the sons of bitches

Use that head on your shoulders son

Your momma didn’t raise no dummy

Shake it off when the cookie crumbles

And life gets crummy

Be ready when the fire comes down

Leave your tape recorder running

Make a little art and make a little money

When all fails gets lucky

He said I better get back but I’ll leave you with this

time behind the pen is worth it even when it ain’t lucrative

feel more than you think march outta line

roll up a joint then roll up your sleeves and roll the dice

Use that head on your shoulders son

Your momma didn’t raise no dummy

don’t forget to have a little fun

life ain’t nothing but a game of gin rummy

Be ready when the fire comes down

Leave your tape recorder running

Make a little art and make a little money

When all fails gets lucky