Lucky

I was born of wood under the big western sky

Carved out by hands that were leathered and tired

Hollowed out under memories, ivory and tears

A passion that's fleeting as we lose the years

And I sing sweet melodies made of warm steel

And I sit on the shelf while you toil and reel

And wait for the words or perhaps a line

That'll make me feel lucky that you're all mine

There were many before me but it's different this time

I was built by the rivers that gave you your livelihood

Under a moon that I've come to know

As we sat on your porch under stars all aglow

And I sing sweet melodies made of warm steel

And I sit on the shelf while you toil and reel

And wait for the words or perhaps a line

That'll make me feel lucky that you're all mine

And I sing sweet melodies and hope to make you feel

That the world ain't so lonely and music can heal

And when you're laid to rest and I'm left all alone

I'll remember your songs when I'm passed along