Luck was a girl I never much knew, I used to walk her home from school
She never said much, she'd just blush, and me and the boys we'd just drool
As luck would have it, she got in the habit, of knowing just when to leave
She knew when to hold 'em, knew when to fold 'em
And she sure knew how to let a broken heart bleed
If this is love give me pain
If she's the sun I'll take the rain
'Cause I know somewhere an umbrella's got my name
And I know Lady Luck's to blame
Her father's a thief a liar and a cheat
Her mother kept the house nice and clean
The boys'd come by with that sparkle in their eye
Lady Luck nowhere to be seen
Well luck reared its pretty head
On the pillow of my bed one night as my guard was down
I tried to fight her off with a weezin' and a cough
Next thing I know I'm lying on the ground
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