One, two
One, two, three

Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
That there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get?

I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror
Bronzed admiration in the 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 use to wander
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, 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 use to wander
Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
That 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?

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Writer(s): JOHN E PRINE