Fortunate Son
(专辑: Spirit Trail - 1998)
I'm sitting wondering, watching the
parade In my ever-present chair People laughing and smiles all around me Balloons and paper in my hair There's a
man in a
car with the
top down Waving wildly at me The
poor son of a
gun, I
know he's thinking Better him, him than me I've stared down the
devil, and had to look away Called out to the
angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a
lucky one Such a
fortunate son I
was always taught well, taught well To be the
strong one and keep it inside But sometimes I
sit beside the
freeway And howl out at the
dark, dark sky I
might just have to go out and burn one Have a
drink or a
few Fade away in a
cloudy haze of smoke And give the
old man's best salute I've stared down the
devil, and had to look away Called out to the
angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a
lucky one Such a
fortunate son I
might just have to go out and burn one Have a
drink or a
few Fade away in a
cloudy haze of smoke And give the
old man's best salute I've stared down the
devil, and had to look away Called out to the
angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a
lucky one Such a
fortunate son