Tekstovi: Darius Rucker. Charleston, SC 1966. Might Get Lucky.

I'll chase the kids around the yard all afternoon
Put away the dishes so she don't have to
Fix the screen door on the porch
Like I said I'd do

Tell her I don't know how you do it, baby, when I'm gone
Dance her 'round the kitchen to a George Strait song
Sneak a kiss on the back of the neck
Like we were alone

And if I'm right on the money
You know I might get lucky

There's a window of opportunity between
When the kids are tucked in
And a half glass of Chardonnay
She knows what I'm thinking
Reads me like a book

But the key to get a second look
And a come here honey
Is treat her right in the daylight
And I might get lucky

Well, I work out on the road
And it wears us thin
She wonders when I'm leaving
Even when I'm walking in

So we set aside time
To get to know each other again
And if I play my cards right
I know it sounds kind of funny
But I might get lucky

There's a window of opportunity between
When the kids are tucked in
And a half glass of Chardonnay
She knows what I'm thinking
Reads me like a book

But the key to get a second look
And a come here honey
Is treat her right in the daylight
And I might get lucky

Someday she might wake up and see
She's way out of my league
But then again maybe she won't
You know I might get lucky, yeah

Yeah, there's a window of opportunity between
When the kids are tucked in
And a half glass of Chardonnay
She knows what I'm thinking
Reads me like a book

But the key to get a second look
And a come here honey
Is treat her right in the daylight
And I might get lucky

I might get lucky
I might get lucky
I might get lucky