Scott Wheatley :: CALL IT LUCK

CALL IT LUCK

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Just a hillbilly boy with the joy of a toy 
I lost my yellow dump truck
So Daddy showed me how to ride my bicycle 
And cluck a chicken cluck  
Call it luck, call it luck
Yeah, you could call it luck
He showed me how to ride my bicycle 
And cluck a chicken cluck
 
Well, I knew a pretty girl with a swirl of a curl 
Of hair she kept stuck up
But I met a better girl from a faraway world
And dang I fell love-struck 
Call it luck, call it luck
Yes, I guess you'd call it luck
I met a better girl from a faraway world 
Dang, I fell love-struck 

     One day Grandma got into a fight 
     Lost an eye, but that's all right
     Now she's got Columbo sight!
			
Life just flew by the mile, wife due with child 
And my style began to get stuck 
But now I'm singing to some rowdy young children
Who laugh and run amok 
Call it luck, call it luck
Well, you could call it luck
I'm singing to some rowdy young children 
Who laugh and run amok

     One day Junior fell into a trance 
     Struck an acrobatic stance
     Then he yelled, "I'm in Flash Dance!"
			
Well, we grew real tired, We was old and retired
We had pretty much lost our pluck
Then we woke up here in heaven
And I found my yellow dump truck 
Call it luck, call it luck
Yeah, I used to call it luck
Now I think this song is over  
And I bet you'd call it luck

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Written by Scott Wheatley, Julene Jones
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, tambourine
Larry Melton: acoustic bass
Julene Jones: backing vocals

CALL IT LUCK

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Written by Scott Wheatley, Julene Jones
Scott Wheatley: vocals, guitar, tambourine
Larry Melton: acoustic bass
Julene Jones: backing vocals

Just a hillbilly boy with the joy of a toy 
I lost my yellow dump truck
So Daddy showed me how to ride my bicycle 
And cluck a chicken cluck  
Call it luck, call it luck
Yeah, you could call it luck
He showed me how to ride my bicycle 
And cluck a chicken cluck
 
Well, I knew a pretty girl with a swirl of a curl 
Of hair she kept stuck up
But I met a better girl from a faraway world
And dang I fell love-struck 
Call it luck, call it luck
Yes, I guess you'd call it luck
I met a better girl from a faraway world 
Dang, I fell love-struck 

     One day Grandma got into a fight 
     Lost an eye, but that's all right
     Now she's got Columbo sight!
			
Life just flew by the mile, wife due with child 
And my style began to get stuck 
But now I'm singing to some rowdy young children
Who laugh and run amok 
Call it luck, call it luck
Well, you could call it luck
I'm singing to some rowdy young children 
Who laugh and run amok

     One day Junior fell into a trance 
     Struck an acrobatic stance
     Then he yelled, "I'm in Flash Dance!"
			
Well, we grew real tired, We was old and retired
We had pretty much lost our pluck
Then we woke up here in heaven
And I found my yellow dump truck 
Call it luck, call it luck
Yeah, I used to call it luck
Now I think this song is over
And I bet you'd call it luck

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