Luck of Mine - Bishop Allen

Abe lincoln God bless him Did his best to end depression Good thinker Smart talker Very tall man Very fast walker Oh Lord What a shame Got shot down by three wh

I met a kid in brooklyn and he pointed at the skies He had liquor on his breath and he had fire in his eyes He staggered at me and stumbled and I helped him to

Let us raise this glass of wine For your blood burns just like mine And we neither felt too much going home You know I never really had the mind For an ordinary

Your shine how it makes me shiver The line you trace It says you can still forgive her And she will forgive you back Oh Hey Firefly Oh Why Firefly And I'd given

Come inside Shut the door Grab the blankets off the floor Let your sneakers dry there on the radiator Here we are Winter again Brittle bones and prickled skin A

She was wandering wild eyed out in the street So I brought her upstairs and sat at her feet I made her some coffee and something to eat Cassandra Now Tell me Go