How Lucky - Kurt Vile, John Prine

Today I walked down the street I use to wander

Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet

There was all these things that I dont 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 dont 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 dont 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

There was all these things that I dont think I remember

Hey, how lucky can one man get.

Hey, how lucky can one man get.

Hey, how lucky can

One.

Man.

Get.