Roy Sullivan

Count yourself lucky, one two three four five
Six seven times, the sky set my hair on fire
Made an enemy of Zeus long before your time
Standing in the open, far away from life
And I see you back away
I see the light go grey
Something in my bones completes the circuit of these days
And I just keep on rising from the grave
Count yourself lucky, one two three four five
Six seven eight times, the skies come down for my life
Tell me 'bout your troubles, man, I’ll tell you mine
Get ready to ascend in the Elysian lights
It’s coming down for me
But life goes on, you’ll see
Something in my bones completes the circuit of these days
And I just keep on rising from the grave