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Brian Pratt - You Must Be Lucky
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Intro 
(last line a Chorus) 

G7 D7 C G7 


[Verso 1]
C G7 Now yooooou may be thinkin’ When you come home drunk again D7 That it ain't nobody’s business but your own G7 C But she’s awake and waitin’ Makin’ sure that you ain’t dead G7 D7 G7 And reminding you that you don’t live alone
[Verso 2]
C G7 Well when you and your friends go drinkin’ you solve the problems of the world D7 But then it’s a whiskey mystery where you left your car G7 C But she is there to drive you home Makin’ sure that you ain't dead G7 D7 G7 You’re the luckiest goddamn idiot in the bar
[Refrão]
C G7 Through all the stupid damage that you’ve taken D7 And all the stupid damage that you’ve done C G7 Em It’s a goddamn miracle that you ain't been forsaken G7 D7 C G7 You must be lucky son, ‘cause you ain't that smart, but she thinks that you’re the one
[Verso 3]
C G7 Now it’s to put food on the table, when you go fishin with your friends D7 And if your gear is mostly beer, well what’s the harm G7 C And she sees right through that bullshit, Just says please don’t come home dead G7 D7 G7 But she wouldn’t cry if your buddies bought the farm
[Refrão]
C G7 Through all the stupid damage that you’ve taken D7 And all the stupid damage that you’ve done C G7 Em It’s a goddamn miracle she still cooks your beans and bacon G7 D7 C G7 You must be lucky son, ‘cause you ain't that smart, but she thinks that you’re the one Instrumental verse C G7 Well when you and your friends go drinkin’ you solve the problems of the world D7 But then it’s a whiskey mystery where you left your car G7 C But she is there to drive you home Makin’ sure that you ain't dead G7 D7 G7 You’re the luckiest goddamn idiot in the bar
[Ponte]
C You ain’t always been good, but you ain’t that bad G7 She sees you doin’ the best you can C There’s a lot more guys who’re a lot more wise D7 But she’s standin’ by her man Outro G7 C G7 ‘Cause you always bring her coffee, As you’re headin’ out to work D7 And you’re the guy that would die for her daughter and her son G7 C You still kiss her like you was at the altar She knows your love ain’t dead G7 D7 C G7 Still think you’re lucky son, but you ain't all dumb, ‘cause you get the right things done D7 C G7 I said you’re lucky son, and you can have your fun, ‘cause she knows that she’s the one

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