Lucky Man Rag Songtext
von Eric Bibb

A lonely nickel in my pocket
Got a hole in my sock
There′s a pebble in my shoe
At least it's not a rock
An′ I'm glad, I got you
I got you

Got my arms to throw around
An' my charms to bring me luck
Might not have a lot of loot
But hey, who gives a hoot?
I got you, honey, I got you

Now papa, he′s a gambler
An′ mama minds the purse
Got a sister who's a dancer
An′ my cousin drives a hearse
My brother, who's a deacon, used to be a gigolo
But everybody got to change
′Cause you reap just what you sow
Huh, an' I got you


Everybody on Fanin Street knows my song
I been playin′ this lucky man's rag so long

Well, they sent a Yankee down to see me
From the Victor company
Said, "I can make you famous"
But, sadly, we could not agree on my fee
Mm-hmm

Last week I got the urge
To splurge an' eat Chow Mein
You know my fortune cookie read
"Someone′s loss will be your gain"
An′ it's true, ′cause I got you
Ah honey, I got you

Nearly every man in town
Tried their best to be your beau
Huddie almost got ya
But your mama told him "no!"
An' I′m glad, oh, yeah, 'cause I got you
Honey, I got you
Irene, I got you!