I was headin’ for the Lucky 13
And it was a relaxing day for me
Those ‘ole red dirt roads
Took me past some spring-time trees
I drove past a busy windmill too
For the wind picked up that day
Whirling by those pink blossoms
I wished they would stay that way
Drove on past a favorite fishing hole
Folks enjoying a sport they know
It was then I saw the sign
That told me which way to go
Yep, there was the Luck 13
My stomach was growlin’ by then
I knew I’d find a delicious meal
To satisfy my noon-time trend
It was the perfect day for me
I hope yours was happy too
If you run across the Lucky 13
I know it will be perfect for you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that you've got me hungry, how do I get to the Lucky 13. I guess it's a diner, but where? You make it so real. Tom