Lucky Son of a Gun

from by Bekah Kelso & The Fellas

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lyrics

He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.

In the dead of night, he came speeding into town.
He was invisible to every copper hanging around.
Burning 85, turning a three-sided coin in the knuckle of his left hand.
He wasn't looking for blood, wasn't looking for trouble,
just a 5-card stud and a pot to double that twenty grand.

He wasn't good, but he wasn't that bad,
Had nothing to do with that.

He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.

In no time flat, he had cleaned those mothers out.
Took his money and walked before heads got hot and it went south.
But he stopped in his tracks when he got back to his midnight black ol’ cadillac coupe deville.
Right before his eyes did materialize a man with deck of cards and a plan from hell.

He said you got that fortune that I need
So we're gonna play for keeps.

You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
And ya’ better not run.
(x2)

Smoke circled around as the demon dealt the cards.
The chips piled up, boy kept his cool and never dropped his guard.
Demon grinned, sure of his win as he showed his hand and let 4 bullets ring.
But the demon wasn't ready for the reckoning of a straight flush with a suicide king.

He said alright fortune child, I guess you win
Until we meet again.

You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
You're a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
Watch you run, watch you run.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky, lucky son of a gun.
He was a lucky. lucky son of a gun.
Watch him run, watch him run.

credits

from No Stranger, released February 27, 2015
Guitar/lead vox: Bekah Kelso
Keys/bg vox: Ricky Hernandez
Bass/bg vox: Damian Rodriguez
Drums/bg vox: Ryan Kelso
Written by Bekah Kelso © 2014 - Brass Knuckled Bohemian Music BMI
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Bekah Kelso San Antonio, Texas

Take one part bohemian and one part brass knuckles, stir in some wanderlust, simmer at 100° in Texas weather for 30 something years. Remove from heat and let chill. Serve Bekah Kelso with a folk-hop twist, relax and enjoy.

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