I met her on a Sunday
The last day of the tour
She plied me with liquor
In that little town of New
She had dark hair, a little ombre
And a butterfly tattoo
When she said, "Hey, what's your number?"
She reminded me of you
It was roses, it was chocolate
Sweet champagne and chardonnay
Riding every other weekend
On that lonesome midnight train
Everything was hunky-dory
I went head first and all in
I was thinking she just might
Be my lucky strike
And I said, "Oh my, oh my
We're gonna last forever
Oh my, oh my
Let's run away together
Oh my, oh my
You're gonna make it better
You and me for life
You're my lucky strike"
Then she told me to quit smoking
And quit drinking cold turkey
And my video game addiction
And I said, "Well, hey, that's not me"
And then I started thinking
On that lonesome midnight train
So I poured myself a bourbon
To wash my headaches away
And then you texted me that Friday night
Said you missed me, can we make things right?
I knew then where I belonged
I said, "Babe, I'm coming home"
When you lit up my cigarette
And poured me a glass of wine
I said, "You know what I like"
Oh my, you're my lucky strike
And I said, "Oh my, oh my
We're gonna last forever
Oh my, oh my
Let's run away together
Oh my, oh my
You're gonna make it better
You and me for life
You're my lucky strike"
And I said, "Oh my, oh my
We're gonna last forever
Oh my, oh my
Let's run away together
Oh my, oh my
You're gonna make it better
You and me for life
You're my lucky strike"
Oh my, oh my
We're gonna last forever
Oh my, oh my
Let's run away together
Oh my, oh my
You're gonna make it better
You and me for life
You're my lucky strike
