Lucky

(Dennis Linde)



Feeling mighty good this morning

Take a walk out on the street

Let the city music move me with it's thumping steady beat

Sun is sun sunny sweet, in the downtown city world

Smiling down on the face of a mighty lucky girl.



Am I lucky, am I lucky, son-of-a-gun

And the world is ringing

And the children are singing

And the clouds keep blowing

And the love keeps growing

And the world is ringing

And the children are singing

And the flowers keep blowing

And the love keeps growing.



Lots of folks can only see the hunger and the sin

And they sit there moaning, moaning, moaning like the wind

I've been there, I been there, and I ain't going back again

Let them think what they maybe thinking

'Cause I'm happy here my friend.



Am I lucky, am I lucky, son-of-a-gun

And the world is ringing

And the children are singing

And the clouds keep blowing

And the love keeps growing

And the world is ringing

And the children are singing

And the flowers keep blowing

And the love keeps growing.



Am I lucky, am I lucky my, my, my

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