Lucky Touch - B.W. Stevenson

I left my home

Just searchin' for my dreams

Bein' in Mississippi

Was my last mile it seems

All them dreams don’t go around

On the wheel of fortune much

And they don’t come around at all

Unless you got that lucky touch

Yes, and I remember Shannon

And her sunset orange hair

And I remember river banks

And love so soft and fair

But I left her for a sunrise

That I have never seen

And saw instead a bottle

Now my whole life’s a dream

Yeah, but many men have walked

Down an unlucky road

And many men have worn

A few holes in their soul

And I know the years have turned me Just a little cold

Sometimes I just wished

I might have known

Well he staggers down the sidewalk

Fixed on broken days

He reaches for his bottle, oh And silently he says

You know them dreams don’t go round

On the wheel of fortune, much

And they don’t come round at all

Unless you got that lucky touch

Yeah, they don’t come around at all

Unless you got that lucky touch

Ahhh dah dah dah dah dah dah dadada…