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Bruce Hornsby - Fortunate Son Lyrics

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  • I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
  • In my ever-present chair
  • People laughing and smiles all around me
  • Balloons and paper in my hair
  • There's a man in a car with the top down
  • Waving wildly at me
  • "The poor son of a gun", I know he's thinking
  • Better him, him than me
  • I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
  • Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
  • Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
  • That's alright, I'm a lucky one
  • Such a fortunate son
  • I was always taught well, taught well
  • To be the strong one and keep it inside
  • But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
  • And howl out at the dark, dark sky
  • I might just have to go out and burn one
  • Have a drink or a few
  • Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
  • And give the old man's best salute
  • I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
  • Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
  • Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
  • That's alright, I'm a lucky one
  • Such a fortunate son

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