Lyrics Call Me Lucky - Dale Watson

One on the right, one on the left
One is a blonde, one's a brunette
If you don't know my name
I'll bet that you can guess
They call me lucky

Now I go through life without a care
I ain't got a plan, I go everywhere
Without a worry
To clutter up my head
They call me lucky

I could snap a wishbone
And get the smaller half
Walk down the street
And have a black cat cross my path
Walk under ladders on Friday the 13th
And nothin' bad'll happen to me

I ain't the seventh son
Of the seventh son
My pappy ain't a pistol
I ain't a son-of-a-gun
I know that I ain't smarter
Than nearly anyone
I'm just lucky

I could snap a wishbone
And get the smaller half
Walk down the street
And have a black cat cross my path
Walk under ladders on Friday the 13th
And nothin' bad'll happen to me

I ain't the seventh son
Of the seventh son
My pappy ain't a pistol
I ain't a son-of-a-gun
I know that I ain't smarter
Than nearly anyone
I'm just lucky

Yeah, I'm just lucky
Oh, I'm just lucky