You Should Be So Lucky
Written by B. Tench

You should be so lucky
You should be so sly
As to take my fancy
As to strike my eye
Yeah you should be all that
You should have such stuff
You should be so lucky
That I would give a fuck

Who told you I was lookin
Who said that I was out
For any piece of the action
That you were all about
Did you think you so high
Did you think me so low
Did you think you were the question
To which I couldn't say no

Well you should be so lucky
You should be so sweet
As to find yourself one man
Worth a tenth of me
With a heart so strong
With an eye so clear
Yeah you should be so lucky
As to make it outta here

From the day we met
I knew that we were meant
For disgrace or glory
Hell – or heaven – bent
Look into my eyes my little Baby Blue
Bend your ear to my lips
And let me tell you the news
Under another sky
Under another sun
Maybe some other guy
Would tell you you were the one
But that's another story
And this one's already foretold
I hate to spoil the ending
But you ain't comin in from the cold

Well ain't the river pretty
Just like a picture book
Come and walk beside me
We'll take a closer look
Show a little trust
Put your hand in mine
And I'll show you lucky
While the waters rise

Yeah you should be so lucky
Your life should be so sweet
As to find yourself one man
Worth a tenth of me
Yeah you should be all that
You should have such stuff
You should be so lucky
But now your luck is all used up
Yeah you should be so lucky
But now your luck is all used up

Ethan Johns, Blake Mills: Electric Guitars
Ryan Adams: Acoustic Guitar & Harmony Vocal
Don Was: Bass
Jeremy Stacey: Drums & Percussion