If You're Lucky

You grew up in a town where the clock on the town square
Gets it right twice a day
Rode a Bluebird to Friday night, games where them Friday lights
Shined on the team that took state
Took a Skoal can from the old man, packed it with your right hand
It faded a ring in your jeans
Put a fishing hook in your ball cap, turned around then talked trash
About a place you swore that you'd leave

If you're lucky you mixed your Dr. Dre
With some Tim McGraw, in a Chevrolet
Handed down from your Dad and your brother need
You ran red lights, stayed away from the blue
If you're lucky you got hammered in a cousin's farm
Named Hillbilly Slick, with a girl on your arm
If you swore you would marry but you didn't
Now, it wasn't all pretty but you're living
If you're lucky

You mow yards, you wash cars
So come time in late March
You'd be on the beach for Spring Break
Give you one hell of a party
Took shots, he'll go awry
For your buddy, from me, shipped away
You got less regrets and evidence
Morale is theirs and shoulda been

If you're lucky you mixed your Dr. Dre
With some Tim McGraw, in a Chevrolet
Handed down from your Dad and your brother needed
You ran red lights, stayed away from the blue
If you're lucky you got hammered in a cousin's farm
Not a half true story, a four-point star
Now I remember back when it started regular
Now, it wasn't all pretty but you're living
If you're lucky

Yeah, if you're lucky you mixed your Dr. Dre
With some Tim McGraw, in a Chevrolet
Handed down from your Dad and your brother needed
You ran red lights, stayed away from the blue
If you're lucky you heard some twenty-three
And Mama fried Chicken, real trunk eats
Not a half true story, a four-point star
You watch the sunset ready with a pretty girl
Took a long slow sip, to a hell of a whirl
If you're lucky
Yeah, pretty lucky