Countin' On Luck

A hundred degrees and I'm sweatin' whiskey sours
Cheat grass covered hills rollin' ninety miles an hour
Had eighty dollars last night, I'm not sure where that went
But I'm seventy percent sure it wasn't too well spent
And that's probably why I ain't got a sixty acre spread
With fifty head of cattle, forty chickens to lay eggs
And thirty years from now when their ain't an acre left
I'll say twenty years ago they would've called that theft
So I'd rather have ten dollars in my pocket
And a smile upon my face
Than to have everything I ever wanted
Just to lose my saving grace

So this hunger keeps me humble and that greed makes people sick
and you might just be surprised who can fall victim to it
And there ain't a thing in this world that can take the pain away
When I say that to these folks they all think I'm insane

A hundred silences per hour, cheat grass covered hills
Ninety days of summer on some eighty dollar thrills
And there's seventy folks watchin from the back bar to the stage
And sixty seconds later I'm just frozen in my cage
And fifty times a day I wonder if I'll be enough
Guess that's what I get sometimes
And its twenty lines per verse sung inside these bars
I don't know if that's enough to get me all that far
So I'd Rather have ten dollars and a smile upon my face
than to have everything that I want and lose my saving grace

So this hunger keeps me humble and that greed makes people sick
and you might just be surprised who can fall victim to it
And there ain't a thing in this world that can take the pain away
When I say that to these folks they all think I'm insane