The smell of coffee hits me as I open up my eyes
A southern angel wearing nothin but an apron and a smile
I say Thanks You Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the truth don't know how I go so lucky
All them boys from back in high school wonder how I'm still alive
Hooked by a bull, dove off of Blue a Lake Bridge, and wrecked my pick up twice
Then she picked this here country boy out of all them other guys, boys that lucky
I got a couple buddies playing football in the pros
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 the power ball with a million in the pot
And go all 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 now that's plain lucky
Yeah my old college roommate's some big software CEO
My cousin benches 405 and flies his jets in 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 ya that's the truth
So while you're out searching for one that's sweet and smart and sexy too
I'll be home sippin 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 got on the radio
She's a cross between the cover of an outdoor life and vogue
There's folks that 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

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