Lyrics Mr. Lucky

They call me Mr. Lucky, bad luck don’t follow me
(repeat)
Everything I touch turns to gold,
that means I can’t do no wrong

I woke up early one morning,
Mr. Lucky standing by my bed (repeat)
I listened real closely; this is what he said:

“You was born for good luck, Johnny,
bad luck can’t do you no harm (repeat)
Keep you a black cat bone and a mojo hand,
I guarantee you’ll never go wrong”

That’s why they call me Mr. Lucky
bad luck don’t follow me (repeat)
Everything I touches turns to gold,
I ain’t never known misery