How Lucky

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? --- How Lucky - John Prine and Kurt Vile