he was born on a monday afternoon in late july
with his eyes wide open and a warm light glowin
in the corner how could he cry
for he saw papa take his mamas hand and hold it tight
somewhere he can still hear him say i must be the luckiest man alive
by the time that baby boy had grown to be a half pint of a man
hed learned all him manners well and the prayers had come second hand
hed walk in thought a lot and talk with all the folks on sundays street
and on his 18 birthday in the gutter find the missin numbers to the lottery
in the light of the day
or the darkness of the night
where the good luck goes bad luck does too
for the luckiest man alive
he went to tell his pop and sister how there troubles had all been fixed
how theyd never have to worry, need, or exhaust themselves again
thow he hope had come back through and his kids would be alright
but i guess you never know when you will and when you wont make it through the night
id like to think that luck is just product of place and time
and id like to think that well all be together when we die
id like to think somehow, someway, someday,
that everything could be alright
for me and the luckiest man alive/
i guess well have to wait and see
he was born on a monday and on a monday he would die
a young man buried in an old cemetery dead leaves on either side
from the pews pushed to the alter to the lawn chairs by the street
theres ten thousand dollars cash strapped to the bottom of every seat
see theres a light in the darkness
and a darkness in the light
where the good luck goes bad luck does too
for the luckiest man alive
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2018