Irish Luck
Duration
3:25
Genres
Description
An honest look at the irony of the term "Irish Luck". I take a look at my life over the last 40 years and all that's gone wrong and all that's gone right. Although I still don't have all the answers, I know everything is going to be alright. Call it luck, call it learning from mistakes.
Lyrics
I walked the walk, but my talk was tall Tried to run behind the wall Catching up took quite a while To catch you on that endless mile You can chock it up to Irish luck Or a pink carnation and a pickup truck Watching while the bottle spins Whiskey, you’re my only friend You pulled me left, you pulled me right Led me through the fiery night Now I believe that I can stand By letting go of the devil’s hand Chorus 33 and 7 more Finally evened up the score Learned to walk, I learned to fight Learned I never can be right Chorus
