Lyrics

1 A LUCKY SON OF A GUN
(Eric Erickson)

How lucky can I be?
How fortunate am I?
I’ve managed to stake out
My little corner of the sky
You can’t buy no tickets to the
Lottery I’ve won
I guess I’m just a lucky son of a gun

CHORUS:
I’m a lucky son of a gun
My hurting days are over
And my blues are on the run
I’m a lucky son of a gun

I wake up every morning
To a gorgeous, smiling face
My hope, my home, my happiness
Have all fallen into place
I’d like to take full credit
But some luck is just pure dumb
I guess I’m just a lucky son of a gun

I’ve had my share pain
And heartaches, that’s for sure
But half the world would give the world
For the problems I endure
Son of a gun

The future’s laid before me
The past on the shelf
I’m satisfied completely with the
Hand I’ve dealt myself
You won’t find a more contented
Man under the sun
What do you call that?
A lucky son of a gun

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E², vocals--acoustic guitars, hand claps, synth bass, glockenspiel
Pete Levin--piano
Sam Zucchini--drums
Matt Nakoa--electric guitars
Cindy Cashdollar--lap steel