Preacher told me last Sunday mornin? Son, you better start livin? right You need to quit the women and whiskey And carrying on all night Don?t you wanna
when I first met Jose He had a 12 foot Schooner, a 3 foot cooler Full of the catch of the day And he was wrinkled from grinnin' From all of the sun
(Chesney) So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars that I'm alive
Up in the morning Out on the job Work like the devil for my pay Lucky old sun ain?t got nothing to do But roll around heaven all day Fuss with my woman
Ol' Joe's got a Boston Whaler he bought in Key Biscayne And he swears that since the day he got her She's been nothing but a pain When the sun's at his
Like an empty bottle washed up by the waves Like an old scooter slippin' slowly to it's grave Like ghosts of old sailors caught somewhere in time Like
Last night, downtown I was drinking the booze Like it was going out if style My whole head got light, I lost my eyesight I ain't been that drunk in awhile
lucky old usn aint got nothing to do roll around heaven all day fuss with my woman toil for my kids sweat til i am wrinkled and grey but that lucky old
When I was a boy Four houses down from me Was a family with an only child She was the only girl In this whole world that can make me smile Down the
So damn easy to say that life's so hard Everybody's got their share of battle scars As for me, I'd like to thank my lucky stars That I'm alive and well
It's the third thatched roof on the right Right beside crystal blue water First wave of the day, almost got away But my sailboard caught her Funny when
be down, I'm gonna be down, way down here Untied my lines and I slid through the sound and I Mixed me a drink now I sit on the bow and I'm Watching the sun
She comes from Boston, works at the jewelry store Down in the harbor, where the ferries come to shore She never really knew how good it would feel To
old chair, and just soak up the rain There's a spirit of a storm in my soul Every time I think it's gone away The dark clouds gather, that old wind
Översättning: Kenny Chesney. Det Lucky Old Sun (bara rullar runt himlen hela dagen).
: So damn easy to say that life?s so hard Everybody?s got their share of battle scars As for me I?d like to think my lucky stars that I?m alive, and
