John Prine — How Lucky

Today I walked down the street I used to wander Yeah, shook my hand and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get? I bronzed my shoes and I hung 'em from a rearview mirror Bronzed admiration in a blind spot of regret There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get? Today I walked down the street I used to wander Yeah, scratched my head and I lit my cigarette There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get? Today I walked down the street I used to wander Yeah, shook my hand and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get? Hey, how lucky can one man get? Hey, how lucky can one man get?