Granddaddy used to sit me on his And tell me how it was in the old Famine and floods and that failed I'd listen for hours as he his tale
He said, "There must been a curse on the family name" But he swore be the one to break that chain With that he saved from the sweat of his brow He'd get 'em out of there, someday,
Well, he never was of a gamblin' man But he dreamed of passage to the Land Bet it all on a better life in He said, "We'll change our fate, and this danged Luck"
I can only imagine the look on his Tickets in hand, as they counted the passports, no turnin' back Decidin' they should and shouldn't pack
But the caught the fever just days before And the doctor hung a on their front door For two long weeks they quarantined Stranded with but a shattered dream
Well, he never was much of a man But he dreamed of passage to the Land Bet it all on a better in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and this danged Luck"
Granddaddy this story 'til he passed away How the people all from the dock that day While he his fist with a tear in his eye At the ship of the White Star Line
And he cursed his and his danged O'Reilly Luck As the mighty Titanic, into the sun
Well, he never was of a gamblin' man But he found his way to the Land Bet it all on a life in America He said, "We'll change our fate, and this danged Luck Danged Luck"