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