The repo man just drove off in my truck
Lately I ain’t having any luck
The instant teller won’t hand back my card
And my neighbors pit bulls’ digging up my yard.

Lately I’ve been feeling kinda strange
It’s not something easy to explain
I’m not one you’ll ever hear complain
But I’m hoping that my luck is gonna change.

My doctor says to cut out food that’s fried
Last night my kids canary up and died
The tax mans’ run an audit on my books
And my age is really changing how I look.

Lately I’ve been feeling kinda strange
It’s not something easy to explain
I’m not one you’ll ever hear complain
But I’m hoping that my luck is gonna change.
Here it comes.

Last night I locked my keys up in my car
Then I read an arsonist burned down my favorite bar.

Oh Lately I’ve been feeling kinda strained
These crazy thoughts keep rolling ‘round my brain
Now I’m not one you’ll ever hear complain
But I’m hoping that my luck is gonna change.

Last night I locked myself out in the rain
But I’m hoping that my luck, he’s betting that his luck
I’m praying that my luck is going to change.

Boy, this could get depressing!

Your words still ring inside my head a broken heart the things you said
As I still live I am not dead I’m coming back to you.

Through all the miles and lands I’ve crossed I never stopped to count the cost
Now I’ve been found yes I was lost I’m coming back to you.

Each lonely night upon my bed your image still inside my head
Yes I have moaned Lord I have bled I’m coming back to you.

I’ve crossed some lands I’ve traveled far through dusty towns seen every bar
Still I wonder where you are I’m coming back to you.

With every spring and every frost in all that time some things get lost
Through every storm and desert crossed I’m coming back to you.

In sacred books some things are said they haunt the soul and pain the head
They’ve never held me back instead I’m coming back to you.

And now the time it goes so fast somehow I feel the die is cast
But I must stretch these days at last I’m coming back to you.

Yes from the cup of life I’ve sipped for every forward step I’ve tripped
But some things go and some things stick I’m coming back to you.

She was standing in the shadows at a late night country bar
Hiding from the bright lights where the pretty people are
She was all tricked out in leather her lips were fire red
Green eyes and hair as black as coal her hips could raise the dead.

There was something special ‘bout her she looked so out of place
She caught me staring at her a smile came to her face
We spent the whole night talking time went by so fast
How could I know she had a plan to make the morning last.

As the light of dawn came calling a chill was in the air
But when passion’s burning white hot then sparks begin to flare
Yes my heart was in her pocket but her tattoo changed my song
Two tiny spurs above the words when the right horse comes along.

She whispered I don’t wear hats and I never wear boots
Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot
I’ll never two step to those sad country songs
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.

Just like the spider and the fly I was drawn into her web
Was I just another victim keeps running through my head.

Some night out in the country when the moon is riding high
You too might meet a stranger dark haired with emerald eyes
If your pulse begins to quicken you believe your dream’s come true
My advise keep one eye open and check for that tattoo.

If she says I don’t wear hats and I never wear boots
Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot
I’ll never two step to those sad country songs
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.
But I always keep my spurs on cause you never know
When the right horse comes along.

Some night out in the country when the moon is riding high.