[Intro] [Violin swells over soft fingerpicked guitar] [Verse 1] Woke up to green lights On an empty two-lane road Coffee came out perfect Truck started like it knows Every worn-out wish I whispered Every coin I ever threw Came back as a Sunday morning Sittin' here with you [Chorus] I’m the luckiest man in the world Every little card falls in my hand Rain waits till I’m under some old tin roof Storm rolls by I’m still dry where I stand Yeah The wind keeps pushin’ at my back Like it’s heard every prayer I never said I’m the luckiest man in the world With this hat on my head You in my bed [Verse 2] Boss called on a Friday Said “Son You’re doin’ fine” Raised my pay Then let me leave Before the five o’clock line Found a fifty in my pocket From a coat I never wear Jukebox played our first song Soon as we walked in there (oh yeah) [Chorus] I’m the luckiest man in the world Every little card falls in my hand Rain waits till I’m under some old tin roof Storm rolls by I’m still dry where I stand Yeah The wind keeps pushin’ at my back Like it’s heard every prayer I never said I’m the luckiest man in the world With this hat on my head You in my bed [Bridge] Could be grace Could be chance Could be somethin’ I don’t understand But every time I reach for nothin’ You’re the somethin’ in my hands (hey) [Chorus] I’m the luckiest man in the world Every little card falls in my hand Rain waits till I’m under some old tin roof Storm rolls by I’m still dry where I stand Yeah The wind keeps pushin’ at my back Like it’s heard every prayer I never said I’m the luckiest man in the world With this hat on my head You in my bed [Outro] [Violin climbs over gentle guitar Then slowly fades]

rock, Slow-burn country rock ballad, male vocals. Strong, cinematic violin intro swelling over sparse acoustic fingerpicking, easing into gritty baritone “almost talking” verses. Kick and roomy snare slide in on the first chorus with warm bass and a dusty lead guitar answering vocal lines. Choruses open wider with stacked low harmonies and soaring fiddle fills. Final chorus adds subtle tambourine and bent guitar licks before a long, majestic violin outro fade., country rock, deep, strong, world, slow, vocal, violin

Luck Like Mine