Clay Pigeons
John Prine
4:28Okay Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, I shook my head and made myself a bet There was all these things, that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get I bronzed my shoes, and hung 'em from a rearview mirror Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret There was all these things, that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, I scratched my head and lit my cigarette There was all those things, that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get Today I walked down the street I use to wander Yeah, I shook my head and made myself a bet There was all these things that I don't think I remember Hey, how lucky can one man get Hey, how lucky can one man get Hey, how lucky can one man get