Tuesday, November 27, 2012

OUT OF LUCK

He was walking with a can down 395
I stopped and asked if he'd like a ride
He said thank you miss, it's tough anymore
To get a lift, and my feet are sore

I said I carry a gun, and I'll shoot you dead
Just behave yourself, and I'll be your friend
A ghostly pallor crept across his skin
Hey I was just being straight with him

We got to the station, gave him ten bucks
Said he left his wallet back in his truck
Four days later on my way home
There he was again, on a different road

I said hey good looking you just got caught
Or you sure run out of gas a lot
He flashed that smile, that's been on my mind
Is this a shooting mood, or do I get a ride

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Some folks just run out of luck
They're the kind that aren't expecting much
The only thing I ask, is you tell the truth
I'll jump right in, do what I can do
Mind your manners, or you will get shot
It might not be a lot, but I share what I got
Try* not *to *screw *it *up
Or you're out of luck
~~*~~

He said I'm sorry that I lied to you
But I lost my job and that's the truth
On top of that... my ex kicked me out
She just tossed my things out of the house

My truck's right there, by those trees
Been using the money for a bite to eat
I honestly thought my luck ran dry
Until you showed up and gave me a ride

Well, we filled his truck up with gas
And he followed me home right after that
He took a shower...Yeah I took a chance
Kept Smith and Wesson in my right hand

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Some folks just run out of luck
They're the kind that aren't expecting much
The only thing I ask, is you tell the truth
I'll jump right in, do what I can do
Mind your manners, or you will get shot
It might not be a lot, but I share what I got
Try* not *to *screw *it *up
Or you're out of luck
~~*~~

Came out of the bath without his shirt
Downright sexy minus all that dirt
I held my breath, and put the gun away
Said I'll fix you dinner, if you want to stay

We got married, he went back to school
Now he's doing what he was meant to do
Yeah, he's a pilot for Atlantic Skies
And I'm the hitcher that he gives free rides

~~~*Chorus*~~~
Some folks just run out of luck
They're the kind that aren't expecting much
The only thing we ask, is you tell the truth
We'll jump right in, do what we can do
Mind your manners, or you will get shot
Oh yeah, we have a lot, we share what we got
Try * not * to * screw * it * up
Or you're out of luck!
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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