With a Little Luck
I've been strung out and let down, a stranger in my hometown
I called out, not made a sound, I've had no answer at all
You gotta get lost and get found, fight yourself pound for pound
Take a pull when it comes around
You gotta answer when you hear the call
'Cause it's two lanes and heartache
Find a way to make it pay
Voices like rattlesnakes
Wondering if it's time to go home
And it's young love and three strikes
A summer full of sweaty nights
Dirty clothes and cheap wine just scared to be alone
If that's all it is, then that's enough
I'll be fine boys with a little luck
There's "goodbyes" and "don't cries"
Wishin' I could get it right
Hopin' you change your mind
Watchin' the sun sit down
On a dirt road in spring time
A motorcycle and red light
Oak tree and pocket knife
I'm keeping my feet on the ground
If that's all it is, then that's enough
I'll be fine boys with a little luck
I've been strung out and let down, a stranger in my hometown
I called out, not made a sound, I've had no answer at all
You gotta get lost and get found, fight yourself pound for pound
Take a pull when it comes around
You gotta answer when you hear the call
Answer when you hear the call
I called out, not made a sound, I've had no answer at all
You gotta get lost and get found, fight yourself pound for pound
Take a pull when it comes around
You gotta answer when you hear the call
'Cause it's two lanes and heartache
Find a way to make it pay
Voices like rattlesnakes
Wondering if it's time to go home
And it's young love and three strikes
A summer full of sweaty nights
Dirty clothes and cheap wine just scared to be alone
If that's all it is, then that's enough
I'll be fine boys with a little luck
There's "goodbyes" and "don't cries"
Wishin' I could get it right
Hopin' you change your mind
Watchin' the sun sit down
On a dirt road in spring time
A motorcycle and red light
Oak tree and pocket knife
I'm keeping my feet on the ground
If that's all it is, then that's enough
I'll be fine boys with a little luck
I've been strung out and let down, a stranger in my hometown
I called out, not made a sound, I've had no answer at all
You gotta get lost and get found, fight yourself pound for pound
Take a pull when it comes around
You gotta answer when you hear the call
Answer when you hear the call
Credits
Writer(s): Forrest Hugh Mccurren
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