Luck One Time
Words and Music by
Ian Byrne, Norm Dahlor, Brent Hoad & Steve Phillips
An accidental boy never really there
Blending in to beige and grey walls
Never noticed in a room his records and guitar
Forever lonely and small
Away from a dirty sharp tongue
Ran a number on what he would become
To be lucky one time, what a man I could be
The world fallin' at my feet
But the hard way was all I could find and a dead end street
Till a red-headed girl I might find to be lucky one time
A seventh son I was, a ragged sixth sense
A fifth of bad whiskey in a perfect past tense
I gave it all up, I'll never go forth
Lookin' stronger than I was to my friends
Born under that sign I could never erase
A sign of the battle that I could taste
A dangerous thing left to my own mind
Turned away when her mercy came to me
I measured every dollar, counted every dime
'Til I blew it all again when it was free
Hey uncle I could surely use a hand
On Christmas could you spare a couple grand?
© 2009 The Elders
Words and Music by
Ian Byrne, Norm Dahlor, Brent Hoad & Steve Phillips
An accidental boy never really there
Blending in to beige and grey walls
Never noticed in a room his records and guitar
Forever lonely and small
Away from a dirty sharp tongue
Ran a number on what he would become
To be lucky one time, what a man I could be
The world fallin' at my feet
But the hard way was all I could find and a dead end street
Till a red-headed girl I might find to be lucky one time
A seventh son I was, a ragged sixth sense
A fifth of bad whiskey in a perfect past tense
I gave it all up, I'll never go forth
Lookin' stronger than I was to my friends
Born under that sign I could never erase
A sign of the battle that I could taste
A dangerous thing left to my own mind
Turned away when her mercy came to me
I measured every dollar, counted every dime
'Til I blew it all again when it was free
Hey uncle I could surely use a hand
On Christmas could you spare a couple grand?
© 2009 The Elders