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