Yves Giraud - Nothing to Do With Luck

Coming back from Memphis I was down on my soul
Lost a bunch of money busking and my girl had gone home
Thank God I had my truck
I ain't got no talent but I got my bling
I got myself a record deal and they know I can't sing
It's got nothing to do with luck

This cultural invention is a thing of the past
And they can all surrender
Let it all fall out and walk on up to the last
And say no, no, no to the lure, lure, lure
Politicians lie and lawyers tag to the cost
And it's been so forever
This monetary world is killing us one by one
Ooh ooh

Wishing me a sailboat to go around the world
With my seven bucks an hour, I'll be wishing on for ever
And I don't want your sympathy
Mountains have been fenced, you got to pay to park
Camping is expensive, even after dark
And showers, you got to rent

This cultural invention is a thing of the past
And they can all surrender
Let it all fall out and walk on up to the last
And say no to the lure
Politicians lie and lawyers tag to the cost
And it's been so forever
This monetary world is killing us one by one
Ooh ooh

I've got a love shack and my rent is cheap
I use well water and wood stove heat
And I sing your favorite song
To let you know you're not alone

Ooh ooh

Written by:
Yves Giraud

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