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