My wrist watch is broken My shoes are untied Time is tickin So is the tie But I am not worried Things are what they are Come rain or come shine Or a shooting star Ive been to the South Then to the north East and the West N the middle of course I mayve been astray But Ive never been lost Never been beat By the road Ive crossed Chorus I guess Ive been lucky To some degree For someone who ate All the food from the tree Stars bein aligned And my goose hangin high Ill be okay in the sweet by and by I was born at morning On the first day of June Nineteen hundred and something in two Our mom was a sweetheart Our father was too They left me a watch and an old pair of shoes Chorus I guess Ive been lucky To some degree For someone who ate All the food from the tree Stars bein aligned And my goose hangin high Ill be okay in the sweet by and by Ill be okay in the sweet by and by
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