On the Edge of Luck

I spotted a shootin' star
Miss Fortune by my side
I feel I’m holdin' a nap hand
This is my day I know
Horse shoe hangs at my door
I got the fourth ace to my hand
An old palmist told me once my day will come
My palm showed my future for which I was born
I got the black eight ball
Right on the edge of the hole
I won this round but I want more
The dice still keep rollin'
I want all or nothing
I wanna see them on the floor
I am waitin' for a long, long while
The day that changes my mind
All my life on the edge of luck
Until the day I die
I got the number seven
The clock’s reading eleven: eleven
I put up everything that I have
The question is win or lose?
Stroke on a rabbit’s foot
I feel it’s still not the end