Get Lucky

I'm better with my muscles, than I'm with my mouth.
I worked the fair grounds in the summer,
And go pick fruit down south.
And when I feel them chilly winds,
where the weather goes I'll follow.
Pack up my traveling things,
go with the swallows.
And I might get lucky now and then.
You winn some, you might get lucky now and then.
You winn some.

I wake up every morning,
keep an eye on what I spent.
Got to think about eating,
got to think about paying the rent.
I always think it's funny,
it get's me everytime.
I wonder about the happiness and money?
Tell it to the breadline.
But you might get lucky now and then.
You winn some, you might get lucky now and then.
Yeah, you winn some.

Now I'm rambling through this meadow,
happy as a man can be.
Think I just lay me down,
under this old tree.
On and on we go,
through this old world of shuffling.
If you got a truffle dog,
you can go truffling.
But you might get lucky now and then.
You win some, you might get lucky now and then
You win some.


tekstschrijver: Mark Knopfler
componist: Mark Knopfler
Artiest: Get Lucky
musicbrainz_work_id: aad54a18-cb2c-4e00-8b94-c7ea39bd2ffd
Taal: Engels