Lucky One

A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never grow old

Ran into the horizon, thinks he found that pot of gold

I rang that dinner bell, threw out a long lasso

I begged and pleaded for a couple years, he never came home

You're flying high, I'm crying blind

You're laughing seven inches from the sun

I'm here picking up the pieces

Maybe you're the lucky one

Well, come back as a hummingbird

Whip-poor-will in a holler down low

The wind through a willow tree, a little voice in my soul

You're flying high, I'm crying blind

You're laughing seven inches from the sun

I'm here picking up the pieces

Maybe you're the lucky one

Maybe you're the lucky one

A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never grow old