Eric Worley

Lyrics

Sometimes you got to get out of town
Sometimes you got to drive the steel on the streets tonight
Sometimes things get hard, other people cut themselves deep down inside
Some people mess up their whole life
Others do things right
She's ready for you to pick her up tonight
It took her two hours to dress and put her makeup on
She sits next to you while you drive her around
You're the lucky one that you end up with her for the rest of your life
The lucky one to treat her right
Sometimes you run out of luck
The doctor tells you; you have cancer inside
Sometimes you have to break the news
Her whole world collides tonight
Her old man is slowly dying inside
She shut the door to the bedroom tight
You're the lucky one that you end up with her the rest of your life
The lucky one that you treat her right
Sometimes she holds her baby at the end at the end of it's life
Sometimes she holds one, one that survives
Sometimes you've got to drive the steel on the streets at night
Sometimes things get hard
Sometimes things are alright
The lucky one that you end up with her the rest of your life
You're the lucky one
You treat her right
The lucky one that you end up with her the rest of your life
The lucky one for the rest of your life
Lucky one
The lucky one
You're the lucky one
The lucky one