by Mike Chapman
When I fall down hard I don't break, I just bruise,
I get the call to give or take, if I chose,
and I keep runnin' night and day if I can't find the truth,
anyway it's all the same 'til someone cuts me loose.
But if I get lucky,
maybe life will be a cruise,
if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ...
If I get lucky, babe,
if I get lucky, babe.
I build a wall to hide behind, keepin' low,
I need a hole to crawl inside when things get slow,
but I believe the danger line begins with you alone,
someday baby you might find that its me who's coming home.
But if I get lucky,
maybe life will be a cruise,
if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ...
If I get lucky, babe,
if I get lucky, get lucky.
Well it easy to say some things never change,
so why should they change for me ?
Though I never tried I can't be denied,
I set all your horses free.
But if I get lucky,
maybe life will be a cruise,
if I get lucky maybe I can lose these lonesome blues, yeah ...
If I get lucky, babe,
if I get lucky, babe,
if I get lucky, babe.
Well it easy to say some things never change,
so why should they change for me ?
Though I never tried I can't be denied,
I'll set all your horses free.
If I get lucky,
if I get lucky, babe.