1Good Luck Child
©2002 Gibbens/Weston

I can tell by the way you ramble
You were your mama’s good luck child…
But somebody hurt you badly,
I can tell by the way you smile,

I need your arms to run to
And your legs to hold me tight…
I’ve got the day for trouble,
That’s why I need the night.

You lay me down so easy
Like a good woman to her grave…
The spell that you got me under
Is like freedom to a slave.

Well I read the map, babe,
Now it’s time to travel…
It looks all right on paper
But when you hit the road, it’s gravel.

I can tell by the way you ramble
You were your mama’s good luck child…
But somebody hurt you badly,
I can tell by the way you smile.

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