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 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 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 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 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