Lyrics Lucky SOB - Steve Oliver

Shot me some dice in the middle of the night
And the only white man in the room
Must have been hot when I pulled that slot
Cashed me fifty thousand two
Well I've been caught in the back seat
Lovin' on an ole' boys' wife
If I'd a been about two inches taller
He would have took my life
Somebody must be watching out for me
I'm a lucky SOB

Had a beautician... mortician... one named Mary
And two with a southern draw
No matter how drunk I ever got
Lawd, I still couldn't run em' off
I gotta damn good ticker for an old picker
That lives on Jack-n-Coke
This single wide trailer that I was raised up in
Couldn't hold all I smoked
Fall in a river come up with a glass of tea
I'm a lucky SOB

Well I'm A lucky SOB... You don't ever wanna bet against me
I can wear my crimson tight t-shirt in a bar full of Tennessee's
Hey, I'm still standing and still got all my teeth... I'm a lucky SOB (That's me)

Well I'm A lucky SOB... You don't ever wanna bet against me
I can wear my crimson tight t-shirt in a bar full of Tennessee's
Hey, I'm still standing and still got all my teeth... I'm a lucky SOB...
Well I'm still here and Lawd, it's so clear
I'm a lucky S. O. B. (Yeah... That's me)

Well, I'm still here and Lawd, it's so clear
I'm a lucky SOB (That's me)
Hey boys... That's the way we do it down South... Way on down South...
Talkin' bout' a little poker