who's bound to stay behind. The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she's a-turnin' into hail, But I still might strike it lucky
I looked into here eyes She said that she knew Tom Robin Oh, I believed it was a lie But how can New Orleans be so good To a Lucky Strike smoking queen
They must not know what service really means He's got a sign that says Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles Maps, gas, soda pop, Lucky Strikes
a lover can He wants me but not like I am He's clever, such a chosen face Striking at even a glance So gracious but only with what he wants He's lucky
love Let the hope fly from the glove Do not search the skies above Search your crazy faith Love is lightning, love is ice It only strikes the lucky
girl in some skinny jeans an oversized tshirt that reads "whatever happened to american dreams" Shwayze- headphones bumpin fly beats the card in my wallet says i can buy weed strike
statues only weep for some And Elvis just shows up when he's hungry Lightning strikes at everyone But only hits the very lucky Weeping statues, weeping
sayin' Hopin' that she know how to help a bitch out or suttin' Give me your lucky number to come up on motherfuckers That keep frontin', I'm no fool, you only get one strike
lucky Moved from Queens cause he was getting extorted The Firm brick, critics said I should of been on it He's the type to strike it rich and leave his
square miles, on this planet Fresh outta New York Aiyyo, Verse 1: Aiyyo, Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem He called Lucky Hands lab saying
from Kinetta ear Yo the nigga's name unknown Kingston, had it sown Never rocked the combs His wig was big Rob robs on the side , little lucky charm Dred
you layin' there flat as a flapjack We ain't friends to the end I blasted Chuckie After this instead of beef you'll be givin' me chicken at Kentucky Lackin' lucky
Love gives Love takes It takes a lot of lucky breaks Lucky strikes Lucky stars I don't know how I got this far Who knows where it's coming from Or where
Well We grew up Down by the railroad Tracks shootin BB's at old beer cans Choakin' on the smoke from a lucky strike somebody lifted off his old man
Saturday morning serials chapters 1 through 15 Fly paper, penny loafers, Lucky Strike Green Flat tops, sock hops, Studebaker, Pepsi Please Ahh, do you
guitar player Makin' next to nothin' at a bar nowheres He says, "Damn the money Damn the money" Counts his tips, buys a shot of booze Grabs a lucky strike
as I got Didn't drink, didn't smoke Did I think I could go through this world Pure as an angel A girl guarded from danger It wasn't a lucky strike Or