Luckiest S.O.B.

[Verse 1] No, I don't make much money; I'm crazy, I'm told They pay me to play, and I put on a show I just do what I love, and I live on the road And I'm the luckiest son of a bitch that I know I'm the luckiest son of a bitch that I know [Verse 2] I've got a few real good friends; they're all rockstars They all drive Jalopies and play Expensive Guitars I don't have to drop names; we know who we are And I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in this bar [Chorus] Raise your glass, raise your bottle Coz the good old days won't last for sure We may all be gone tomorrow But we can't let the songs go unheard Oh, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth [Verse 3] All the best ones are gone now; they're deep in the ground They paved the way before we came around And all I hope you say when you lay me down Is there goes the luckiest son of a bitch in this town That's the luckiest son of a bitch in this town [Chorus] Oh, raise your glass, raise your bottle Coz the good old days won't last for sure We may all be gone tomorrow But we can't let the songs go unheard Oh, I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth I'm the luckiest son of a bitch on this earth