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A Town Called Luckey Lyrics - Rkives - Rilo Kiley

Happy birthday, you're halfway to 60 

You have no land of your own 

A job you despise 

And a lover that's mean 

 

And you started noticing a disturbing thing 

Birds eating other birds just beyond the screen 

So you packed up your things and hopped on the freeway headed east 

And you drove for eight days aimlessly 

 

Telling yourself to be humble 

Singing to yourself to be free 

Being full aware that it's a middle aged crisis type thing 

 

And you drove 'til you saw a sign for a town called Luckey 

Spelled L-U-C-K-E-Y 

Where the sugar towers rise til the line and meet the streets 

Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets 

 

I covered the bloodstained matress underneath 

Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink 

 

Telling yourself to be humble 

Singing to yourself to be free 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

 

It was the most ragtag group you had ever seen 

A slender man with a moustache, a bow tie and nothing between 

Looking like a preacher son who had given in the devil-worshipping scene 

He was a real looker and he bought you a drink 

 

And you proceeded to tell him everything 

And you were getting a bit hysterical it seemed 

You laughed like a carburettor then you screamed 

Oh the doubt and the disbelief 

 

Telling yourself to be humble 

Singing to yourself to be free 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

 

And he told you how he came to be 

As an alterboy by his father's knees 

And how he came to lose his faith 

There was no touching but advances were made 

 

And his father's hand in slow motion it was approaching him 

And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean 

 

A stormcloud, a hurricane if you will 

A stormcloud, a hurricane 

 

Telling yourself to be humble 

Singing to yourself to be free 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

 

Go home lady, find yourself happy 

It's just a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing 

It's a middle aged crisis type thing