Bruce Hornsby - Fortunate Son Lyrics

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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

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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

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