Lucky Strike

I met her on a Sunday

The last day of the tour

She plied me with liquor

In that little town of New

She had dark hair, a little ombre

And a butterfly tattoo

When she said, "Hey, what's your number?"

She reminded me of you

It was roses, it was chocolate

Sweet champagne and chardonnay

Riding every other weekend

On that lonesome midnight train

Everything was hunky-dory

I went head first and all in

I was thinking she just might

Be my lucky strike

And I said, "Oh my, oh my

We're gonna last forever

Oh my, oh my

Let's run away together

Oh my, oh my

You're gonna make it better

You and me for life

You're my lucky strike"

Then she told me to quit smoking

And quit drinking cold turkey

And my video game addiction

And I said, "Well, hey, that's not me"

And then I started thinking

On that lonesome midnight train

So I poured myself a bourbon

To wash my headaches away

And then you texted me that Friday night

Said you missed me, can we make things right?

I knew then where I belonged

I said, "Babe, I'm coming home"

When you lit up my cigarette

And poured me a glass of wine

I said, "You know what I like"

Oh my, you're my lucky strike

And I said, "Oh my, oh my

We're gonna last forever

Oh my, oh my

Let's run away together

Oh my, oh my

You're gonna make it better

You and me for life

You're my lucky strike"

And I said, "Oh my, oh my

We're gonna last forever

Oh my, oh my

Let's run away together

Oh my, oh my

You're gonna make it better

You and me for life

You're my lucky strike"