Lucky Ones - The Band Perry

Maybe I could stick my feet in a wishing well

Pocket full of pennies;

maybe I could get some help

I got a hole in my heart like the holes in my jeans

I try to patch it up with anything and everything

But it ain’t working

So why do we believe

In every little thing

That rips us at the seams?

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones, baby

'Cause there’s no such thing as chance

Gotta play what’s in your hands

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Maybe I could bet my love on a four leaf clover

The winter house, then you know it’s over

It’s cold in my soul like it’s cold outside

Cross my heart and hope to find the love that lasts a lifetime

But I ain’t there yet

So why do we keep

Giving hearts away

To things that only break?

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones, baby

'Cause there’s no such thing as chance

Gotta play what’s in your hands

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Ain’t gonna live my life by the roll of the dice, no

Ain’t gonna live my life by the roll of the dice

So why do we believe in every little thing that rips us at the seams?

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones, baby

'Cause there’s no such thing as chance

Gotta play what’s in your hands

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

Whoa-oh, we’re the lucky ones

We’re the lucky ones, baby

'Cause there’s no such thing as chance

Ya gotta play what’s in your hands

Whoa, whoa, no, no, no, no

'Cause there’s no such thing as chance

You gotta play what’s in your hands

Whoa, whoa, no, no

Yeah, baby

Gotta play what’s in your hands

Hey-ya, little baby

So why, so why, so why do we believe

I said no, no, no

So why, so why, so why do we believe little, baby?

We’re the lucky ones little, baby

Little baby