[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
When I turned thirteen, my old man sat me down
He said, "Boy, there's only two ways out of this town
A Greyhound bus that's boot camp-bound
Or put your nose is a book and keep your ear to the ground"

[Chorus]
"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"

[Verse 2]
So I set off to college, but it weren't for me
So I bought a guitar and started playin' for free
Wrote a couple hundred bad ones 'til I had two or three
That I thought were good enough folks might pay me to sing

[Chorus]
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