Lucky

The smell of coffee hits me as I open up my eyes A southern angel wearing nothing but an apron and a smile I say thank you sweet lord Jesus Tell the truth, don't know how I got so lucky All them boys from back in high school Wonder how I'm still alive Hooked by a bull, dove off a blue lake bridge And wrecked my pick-up twice Then she picked this here country boy out of all them other guys And boys, that's lucky Well I got a couple buddies playing football in the pros And I know this guy who owns a whole dang beach in Mexico There's some with good looks, some with brains Some rolling in the dough, but y'all trust me I'd rather be lucky Now you can win a Powerball with a million in the pot Then go on in with Ace and King And hit a straight flush on the flop You can sit here on the creek bank fishin' with a girl this hot Man, that's plain lucky Yeah, my old college roommate is some big software CEO My cousin benches 405 and flies his jet to Rome There's some with good looks, some with brains Some rolling in the dough, but y'all trust me I'd rather be lucky Well my baby's one in a million, fellas And I tell you that's the truth So while you're out searching for one That's sweet and smart and sexy too I'll be home sipping a cold one for you Here's to hoping you get lucky I hope you get lucky 'Cause they sing about the girl that I've got on the radio She's a cross between a color of an outdoor life and Vogue There's folks who think they got it all, folks rolling in the dough But y'all trust me Yeah I'd rather be lucky I'd rather be lucky I'd rather be lucky than good any day of the week, girl