The harder you work, the luckier you get
The more you get done, boy, the less you'll regret
Write it down so you never forget
The harder you work, the luckier you get

When I turned thirteen, my old man sat me down
He said, "Boy, there's only two ways out of this town
That Greyhound bus that's boot camp-bound
Put your nose in a book, keep your ear to the ground"

So I set off to college, but it weren't for me
So I got a guitar and started playin' for free
Wrote a couple hundred bad ones 'til I had two or three
I thought was good enough folks might pay me to sing

The harder you work, the luckier you get
The more you get done, boy, the less you'll regret
Write it down so you never forget
The harder you work, the luckier you get

Heard far less yes' than I have no's
Seen far less highs than I have lows
Rather get to the top steady and slow
Than get there too fast with nowhere to go

The harder you work, the luckier you get
The more you get done, boy, the less you'll regret
Write it down so you never forget
The harder you work, the luckier you get

The harder you work, the luckier you get
The more you get done, boy, the less you'll regret
Write it down so you never forget
The harder you work, the luckier you get