Dumb Luck from Beadle County by Ben Mahowald

Wandering souls
Catching rides
Intentions to see
All the countryside

Walking to and fro
In the grass
On the side of the road

My friend lay down
And get some rest
The next truck to pass
Will make us guests

Driving to and fro
More cargo for a lorryload
All luck

We made it to
West Omaha
One highway from
All of Denver's awe

Looking to and fro
For some shelter
Near the side of the road
There ain't no soft place
To rest a head
Just lean your back
Up against the shed

It rained through till dawn
By then we'd hopped we'd be gone
No luck

Where are you now
Where is your stomping ground?
Is that where you call home
Or do you call it a state of mind

It's about where your at
And less on where you're from
It's right here right now
Yet a total of all the sums

Well, what else should we do
Besides thumbing a ride for two
We'll find the grit and
Sit and enjoy the view

Oh we're in trouble now
Cause people test
The limits of our friendliness
That girl one day will lose
All that she took

It was broken
It was bold
It's the greatest story
I've ever told

How we headed out west
No money no food no quest

Just to be out there
On the road
All's to live for
All's untold

We followed our nose
Of my travels, that's the rose
Dumb luck

• Acoustic
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