Good Luck Kid
Scott Ballew
[Verse 1]
Cinch up your saddle, boy
It's nothing that you did
All those things I told you
Still ringin' in your head
Shake that dust off your boots
And tip your hat to the wind
You got a crowd lookin' down
Rooting for the good-luck kid
[Verse 2]
You might think it's cruel, my son
And you may not understand
Why I couldn't hold you tight
Why I'd rather shake your hand
It might be thirty years from now
When you realize my plan
When you find there is no ride
Like tryin' to raise a man
[Verse 3]
My name is what I left behind
For whatever that is worth
It doesn't come with no gold mine
But you'll always have your word
When the ropes around your hand
Dig your spurs and let her buck
Like the men from this land
You'll just need a little luck