Paroles de Fortunate son

I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
In my ever-present chair
People laughing and smiles all around me
Balloons and paper in my hair

There's a man in a car with the top down
Waving wildly at me
The poor son of a gun, i know he's thinking
Better him, him than me

I've stared down the devil and had to look away
Called out to the angels but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even but double zero played
That's alright, i'm a lucky one, oh
Oh such a fortunate son

Well i was always taught well, taught well
To be the strong one and keep it inside
But sometimes i sit beside the freeway
And howl out at the dark, dark sky

I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute

I've stared down the devil and had to look away
Called out to the angels but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even but double zero played
That's alright, i'm a lucky one, oh
Oh such a fortunate son

I might just have to go out and burn one
Have a drink or a few
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
And give the old man's best salute

I've stared down the devil and had to look away
Called out to the angels but no-one ever came
Laid down odd and even but double zero played
That's alright, i'm a lucky one, oh
Oh such a fortunate son