Brian Pratt - You Must Be Lucky

	  		Intro 
(last line a Chorus) 

G7 D7 C G7 

Verse 1:
                                      C               G7 
Now yooooou may be thinkin’ When you  come home drunk again 
                                          D7 
That it ain't nobody’s business but your own 
          G7                        C 
But she’s awake and waitin’ Makin’ sure that you ain’t dead 
      G7                D7                G7 
And reminding you that  you don’t live alone 


Verse 2:
                                           C                             G7 
Well when you and your friends go drinkin’ you solve the problems of the world 
                                                    D7 
But then it’s a whiskey mystery where you left your car 
    G7                                     C 
But she is there to drive you home  Makin’ sure that you ain't dead 
           G7               D7           G7 
You’re the luckiest goddamn idiot in the bar 



         C                                G7 
Through all the stupid damage that you’ve taken 
                                      D7 
And all the stupid damage that you’ve done 
       C                    G7             Em 
It’s a goddamn miracle that you ain't been forsaken 
            G7                    D7                        C                    G7 
You must be lucky son, ‘cause you ain't that smart, but she thinks that you’re the one 


Verse 3:
                                               C                G7 
Now it’s to put food on the table, when you go fishin with your friends 
                                                 D7 
And if your gear is mostly beer, well what’s the harm 
        G7                                          C 
And she sees right through that bullshit, Just says please don’t come home dead 
        G7                    D7                 G7 
But she wouldn’t cry if your buddies bought the farm 


        C                                 G7 
Through all the stupid damage that you’ve taken 
                                      D7 
And all the stupid damage that you’ve done 
       C                          G7                   Em 
It’s a goddamn miracle  she still cooks your beans and bacon 
            G7                    D7                        C                    G7 
You must be lucky son, ‘cause you ain't that smart, but she thinks that you’re the one 


Instrumental verse 
                                           C                             G7 
Well when you and your friends go drinkin’ you solve the problems of the world 
                                                    D7 
But then it’s a whiskey mystery where you left your car 
    G7                                     C 
But she is there to drive you home  Makin’ sure that you ain't dead 
           G7               D7           G7 
You’re the luckiest goddamn idiot in the bar 

Bridge:
          C 
You ain’t always been good, but you ain’t that bad 
             G7 
She sees you doin’ the best you can 
          C 
There’s a lot more guys who’re a lot more wise 
          D7 
But she’s standin’ by her man 

Outro 
           G7                                  C              G7 
‘Cause you always bring her coffee,  As you’re headin’ out to work 
                                                           D7 
And you’re the guy that would die for her daughter and her son 
         G7                                      C 
You still kiss her like you was at the altar She knows your love ain’t dead 
                   G7                 D7               C                             G7 
Still think you’re lucky son, but you ain't all dumb, ‘cause you get the right things done 
                                     D7                       C                   G7 
I said you’re lucky son, and you can have your fun, ‘cause she knows that she’s the one