I ain't done nothin, and i ain't got much
but this road weary smile on my face.
My doctor, my lawyer say you're no tom sawyer
and you can't keep up keeping this pace.
As the shadows grow longer and the north wind blows stronger
it's a struggle to sing out my part,
you can't live your life with the luck of the Irish
without knowing that life breaks your heart.
and if you're living to love by the ocean
loving to live by the sea
and lucky enough to live on blue water
you're lucky enough by me
Cold winter wind it's a powerful foe
it'll blow you away from your home.
You'll end up shipwrecked on some bony island
with a dollar and an old book of poems.
And i knew a lady they say she's half crazy
singing her songs in the dark.
You can't be a pauper or a poet or a painter
without knowing that love breaks your heart.
And if you're living to love by the ocean
loving to live by the sea
And lucky enough to live on blue water
you're lucky enough by me
shore to shore salesman most all of my life
sellin stories and songs by the case.
an old friend he said if you're not on the edge
you're takin up way too much space
and i've taken chances and suffered the glances
of those fools with their feet on the land
and i'll raise my glass you can kiss my old ass
cause i'll die with my feet in the sand
|:And if you're living to love by the ocean
and loving to live by the sea.
Lucky enough to live on blue water
you're lucky enough by me :|
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Gunter