Luckiest S.O.B. - Ashley McBryde

No, I don’t make much money;

I’m crazy, I’m told

They pay me to play, and I put on a show

I just do what I love, and I live on the road

And I’m the luckiest son of a bitch that I know

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch that I know

I’ve got a few real good friends;

they’re all rockstars

They all drive Jalopies and play Expensive Guitars

I don’t have to drop names;

we know who we are

And I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar

Raise your glass, raise your bottle

Cause the good old days won’t last for sure

We may all be gone tomorrow

But we can’t let the songs go unheard

Oh, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

All the best ones are gone now;

they’re deep in the ground

They paved the way before we came around

And all I hope you say when you lay me down

Is there goes the luckiest son of a bitch in this town

That’s the luckiest son of a bitch in this town

Oh, raise your glass, raise your bottle

Cause the good old days won’t last for sure

We may all be gone tomorrow

But we can’t let the songs go unheard

Oh, I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth

I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth