| Lady Luck, here I am on time
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| Proppin' up the bar with a glass of wine
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| Friday night and I’m all spruced up and fine
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere, nowhere
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| Lady Luck, why don’t you pull up a chair
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| And bring your shine right wisdom, darlin', over here?
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| Your Gaelic humor and your pious smile
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| All the cats’ll be laugin' tonight
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| Now you may say it’s a funny old world
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| You may say that the game ain’t fair
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| Is there a plot or do you improvise?
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| Or maybe you don’t even care
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| Lady Luck, ain’t you the fickle kind
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| Why are some folks lucky while the rest are tryin'?
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| You keep on playin', it’s still a mystery
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| You’re laced with a touch of inconsistency
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| So why don’t you give us all a break?
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| Make us all rich, healthy and fine
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| Five months holidays and a four hour week
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| And a horse that wins all the time
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| Lady Luck, hear the mandolins
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| Kind of makes you wonder how it might have been
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| There go all the funny place I’ve got
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| Back on the street again
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| Lady Luck, yeah, it’s late I know
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| Allow me to buy you one more folderol
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| And tell me something I’ve been longin' to hear
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| It’s gotta get better next year
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| 'Cause I’ve seen some rainy days
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| My wedding suits are frayed and torn
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| But now the sun comes shining through
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| I’ve cried in my beer too long
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| Lady Luck, Lady Luck
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| Don’t push me over
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| When I can’t stand up, oh yeah
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| Sure it’s a funny old world
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| Sure it’s a funny old world |