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LUCKY STAR This livin’ and lovin’s gonna hurt you Gonna tear up the best laid of plans And the way this old life’ll sometimes treat you It’s just any which way that it can CHORUS: I’m gonna kick my heels downtown at a honky-tonk bar I’m goin’ down that road, gonna find my lucky star Then you straighten yourself up and fly right Then you wind up where you’ve always been And the way this old world is gonna treat you It’s like smoke in a high lonesome wind CHORUS If a long line of golden tomorrows Just fade to a blue yesterday Did you know you can paint your own rainbow And you’d better get started today And there’s no use shoutin’ at that high lonesome wind And there’s no use cryin’ ‘cause you can’t go back again CHORUS Copyright 2003 Curtiss Thompson / LOCODARE Music