I bumped the mirror and I did break

My luck has changed for heavens sake!

Seven years bad luck

And that really sucks

Considering all that's at stake

She told me it was fat free

That made me eat for three

My tummy sagged down

I gained some pounds

I guess the fat was for free

Country music really sucks

Cowboys down on their luck

There's a tear in my beer

And that's what I fear

This songs in my mind stuck

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