Songtexte: John Hiatt. Riding With The King. You May Already Be A Winner.

Dry your eyes pretty girl

I just got news from the outside world

I dont know how they got our names

But yesterday this letter came:



Mr. and Mrs. Resident Dweller, your lucky number is

You may already be a winner



I've suspected this for years

Still in all its good to hear

They're pulling for us in the post

To you my dear, I raise this toast



A house of our dreams, an El Dorado, a ten-speed blender

You may already be a winner



Now Ive never counted my chickens before they're hatched

And I know there is always a catch

But I've felt from the start that our hearts were the perfect match



I know you're tired of the same old dress

I know the car's been repossessed

I know this house is just a shack

But there's this love we cant hold back



Would you like a beer with your TV dinner?

Oh, my darling, you may already be a winner