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"Lucky One" written by Olivia Wolf and Sean McConnell
Produced by Sean McConnell
Video by Starfish Marketing
Lyrics --
A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never call home
Ran into the horizon, thinks he found that pot of gold
I rang that dinner bell, threw out a long lasso
I begged and pleaded for a couple years he never came home
You’re flying high, I’m crying blind
You’re laughing seven inches from the sun
I’m here picking up the pieces
Maybe you’re the lucky one
Come back as a hummingbird
Whip-poor-will in a holler down low
The wind through a willow tree, a little voice in my soul
You’re flying high I’m crying blind
You’re laughing seven inches from the sun
I’m here picking up the pieces
Maybe you’re the lucky one
Maybe you’re the lucky one
A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never call home
#OliviaWolf #Americana #LuckyOne
Listen to Olivia Wolf on your favorite streaming platform: https://lnk.to/OWLuckyOne
Connect with Olivia:
https://www.oliviawolf.com/
https://www.instagram.com/oliviawolfmusic
https://www.facebook.com/OliviaWolfMusic
https://www.tiktok.com/@oliviawolfmusic
https://x.com/oliviawolfmusic
"Lucky One" written by Olivia Wolf and Sean McConnell
Produced by Sean McConnell
Video by Starfish Marketing
Lyrics --
A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never call home
Ran into the horizon, thinks he found that pot of gold
I rang that dinner bell, threw out a long lasso
I begged and pleaded for a couple years he never came home
You’re flying high, I’m crying blind
You’re laughing seven inches from the sun
I’m here picking up the pieces
Maybe you’re the lucky one
Come back as a hummingbird
Whip-poor-will in a holler down low
The wind through a willow tree, a little voice in my soul
You’re flying high I’m crying blind
You’re laughing seven inches from the sun
I’m here picking up the pieces
Maybe you’re the lucky one
Maybe you’re the lucky one
A young cowboy went riding to find a place you never call home
#OliviaWolf #Americana #LuckyOne
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