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

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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

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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

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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!

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Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com
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