Fortunate Son - Live - 1998/99

I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade
 In my ever-present chair
 People laughing and smiles all around me
 Balloons and paper in my hair
 There's a man in a car with the top down
 Waving wildly at me
 The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking
 Better him, him than me
 I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
 Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
 Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
 That's alright, I'm a lucky one
 Such a fortunate son
 I was always taught well, taught well
 To be the strong one and keep it inside
 But sometimes I sit beside the freeway
 And howl out at the dark, dark sky
 I might just have to go out and burn one
 Have a drink or a few
 Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
 And give the old man's best salute
 I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
 Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
 Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
 That's alright, I'm a lucky one
 Such a fortunate son
 I might just have to go out and burn one
 Have a drink or a few
 Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke
 And give the old man's best salute
 I've stared down the devil, and had to look away
 Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came
 Laid down odd and even, but double zero played
 That's alright, I'm a lucky one
 Such a fortunate son