Lyrics Lucky Man Rag - Eric Bibb

A lonely nickel in my pocket
Got a hole in my sock
There′s a pebble in my shoe
At least it's not a rock
An′ I'm glad - I got you
I got you
Got my arms to throw around ya
An' my charms to bring me luck
Might not have a lot of loot
But, hey, who gives a hoot
I got you - honey, I got you
Now, papa, he′s a gambler
An′ mama minds the purse
Got a sister who's a dancer
An′ my cousin drives a hearse
My brother, who's a deacon, used to be a gigolo
But everybody got to change
′Cause ya reap just what you sow
An' I got you
Everybody on Fanin Street knows my song
I been playin′ this Lucky Man's Rag so long
Well, they sent a Yankee down to see me
From the Victor company
Said, "I can make you famous"
But, sadly, we could not agree on my fee
Last week I got the urge
To splurge an' eat Chow Mein
Ya know my fortune cookie read:
"Someone′s loss will be your gain"
An′ it's true - ′cause I got you
Ah honey, I got you
Nearly every man in town
Tried their best to be your beau
Huddie almost got ya
But your mama told him "no!"
An' I′m glad - oh, yeah - 'cause I got you
Honey, I got you
Irene, I got you!