They call me Mr. Lucky, bad luck don’t follow me (repeat)
Everything I touches 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
