I don't do chords but I do lyrics. Since these haven't been posted at Mudcat before, I might as well post them here:


BE LUCKY
As recorded by Show of Hands on "Country Life" (2003)

I was seventeen in a painted caravan
Where I went to get my fortune told.
There on Avon banks I held out my hand,
Asking: "Can you see what the future holds?"

She said: "Be smart or lucky.
If you've can't break the mould, break the rules.
Make friends or money,
But if you would be king, be cruel."

I went out in the world; I lived in London town,
Though I knew that those streets weren't paved with gold.
I looked up to a man and he never let me down,
But he said: "If you want your music sold

"You should be smart or lucky.
If you can't break the mould, break the rules,
And you will make friends or money,
But if you would be king, be cruel.
You better be cruel."

There is no clockwork in the stars.
No-one cares how good you are.
Look around: the world is full
Of hungry souls who want it all.
Space inside they have to fill.
Friendship they're prepared to kill.
Hunger is their guiding light.
They scratch; they claw; they push; they fight
Just to be lucky.
Vote for me.
Vote for me.

Now I've come so far, people ask for clues,
Sayin': "How have you found the peace you've earned?"
It was one night in a bar a young man on the move
Asked me: "What's the one thing that you've learnt?"

And I said: "Be smart or lucky.
If you can't break the mould, break the rules.
Just you will make friends or money,
And if you would be king, be cruel.
You better be cruel, son, cruel.
You have to be cruel."

How much do you want the prize?
Will you freely sacrifice
Pride in your integrity
For fortune and celebrity?
Break the rules.
You'd better be cruel.
Break the rules.
Be lucky.