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Chesney Kenny Lucky Old Sun

when I first met Jose He had a 12 foot Schooner, a 3 foot cooler Full of the catch of the day And he was wrinkled from grinnin' From all of the sun

Up in the morning Out on the job Work like the devil for my pay Lucky old sun ain?t got nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Fuss with my woman

Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves Like an old scooter slippin' slowly to it's grave Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time Like

lucky old usn aint got nothing to do roll around heaven all day fuss with my woman toil for my kids sweat til i am wrinkled and grey but that lucky old

So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars That I'm alive and well

be down, I'm gonna be down, way down here Untied my lines and I slid through the sound and I Mixed me a drink now I sit on the bow and I'm Watching the sun

When I was a boy Four houses down from me Was a family with an only child She was the only girl In this whole world that can make me smile Down the

lucky old usn aint got nothing to do roll around heaven all day fuss with my woman toil for my kids sweat til i am wrinkled and grey but that lucky old

: So damn easy to say that life?s so hard Everybody?s got their share of battle scars As for me I?d like to think my lucky stars that I?m alive, and