Letra da música "Fortunate Son"
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
Such a fortunate son
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
Such a fortunate son
compositores da letra: BRUCE HORNSBY
Álbum da música "Fortunate Son"

- King Of The Hill
- Resting Place (Album Version)
- Preacher In The Ring PT. I
- Preacher In The Ring PT. II
- Song C (Instrumental)
- Sad Moon
- Fortunate Son
- Sneaking Up On Boo Radley
- Great Divide
- Line In The Dust
- See The Same Way
- Shadow Hand
- Sunlight Moon
- Listen To The Silence
- Funhouse
- Sunflower Cat (Same Dour Cat) (Down With That)
- Song D
- Swan Song
