Fortunate Son Lyrics - Bruce Hornsby

I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade 

In my ever-present chair 

People laughing and smiles all around me 

Balloons and paper in my hair 

There's a man in a car with the top down 

Waving wildly at me 

The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking 

Better him, him than me 

I've stared down the devil and had to look away 

Called out to the angels but no-one ever came 

Laid down odd and even but double zero played 

That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh 

Oh such a fortunate son 

Well I was always taught well, taught well 

To be the strong one and keep it inside 

But sometimes I sit beside the freeway 

And howl out at the dark, dark sky 

I might just have to go out and burn one 

Have a drink or a few 

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke 

And give the old man's best salute 

I've stared down the devil and had to look away 

Called out to the angels but no-one ever came 

Laid down odd and even but double zero played 

That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh 

Oh such a fortunate son 

I might just have to go out and burn one 

Have a drink or a few 

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke 

And give the old man's best salute 

I've stared down the devil and had to look away 

Called out to the angels but no-one ever came 

Laid down odd and even but double zero played 

That's alright, I'm a lucky one, oh 

Oh such a fortunate son