Story Behind The Song

Lucky was a very real family pet, for whom I wrote a song. I did so because I wanted something for me and my children to remember him by. He died just before this recording was made. It was difficult to carry on through the recording process, but it seemed very much like a bittersweet tribute - we are all lucky to be here no matter how brief. I think many of us, especially artists, try to find the beauty in life despite so many constant distractions from it; but life is truly bittersweet.

Song Description

An uplifting, slower country song with a gospel-like quality, describing a cat named Lucky and why he, like all of us, are truly lucky just to be alive and to have other people in our lives. He begins the song feeling very upset about something that others might find trivial, but to him is a really big deal (as is the case with everybody's problems). Over the course of the song, he realizes his good fortune and finds himself ready to try again. It is a song about friendship and family, and the hope that comes from having the right perspective on things.

Lyrics

Lucky (Brian Scott Young)

Lucky the cat came to town, donned his best duds and he went on down to the old saloon and ordered him a big root beer. The cat was cool but oh so sad; he'd lost the best mouse that he'd ever had in all of his nine lives.

But he's lucky. Don't he know he's truly lucky? He has friends and family; and can't he see he's alive? He's lucky. Although skies aren't always sunny, there will always be a brighter side, and so in time he'll get by.

Lucky's pal, Harley the hound, spotted his ol' buddy so he sat on down at the next barstool and asked him why he seemed so blue. Harley lent his old floppy ear; he bought his ol' buddy another beer. He listened to his tale of loss, and then he said...

You're Lucky. Don't you know you're truly lucky? You have friends and family;
and can't you see you're alive? You're lucky, you can lean on your buddy. I'll always be here for you; that's what good friends do all their lives

Lucky thought about it all a while; then across his thin lips there came a smile.
Cats are known to be smart, and they always seem to land on their feet. So Lucky the Cat slicked back his hair. He shook Harley's paw and pounced off his chair; and said what he knew right then and there.

I'm lucky, yes I know I'm truly lucky. I have friends and family, and I can see I'm alive. Since I'm lucky, sad songs will turn funny; I know I'll win in the end, and so again I'll try. I'm lucky. I'm lucky. I'm lucky.