Raffle Ticket Number Forty-Two

Lyrics

Church hall supper on a Friday night
Paper plates and fluorescent light
Bought a raffle ticket for a dollar fifty
Number forty-two in a coffee can, shifty
Didn't care for the quilt or the pie or the ham
Just liked the feeling of a little bit of a plan

Then the preacher called the number out loud
And I nearly dropped it in the crowd

Raffle ticket number forty-two
Won a basket of jam and a thing or two
A candle, a coupon, and a bottle of wine
But the best prize was the man in line
Raffle ticket number forty-two
He said ma'am, I think that prize was due
He handed me the basket, and he held my hand
Winning something small turned into something grand

He was the fellow with the gentle eyes
Ran the folding chairs and the pumpkin pies
Said I've had that ticket in my pocket all week
Number forty-one, never lucky, so to speak
We laughed so hard that the whole room turned
And the coffee percolator started to burn

He walked me out to the gravel lot
Said I'll carry that basket, if I may, such as it's got

Raffle ticket number forty-two
Won a basket of jam and a thing or two
A candle, a coupon, and a bottle of wine
But the best prize was the man in line
Raffle ticket number forty-two
He said ma'am, I think that prize was due
He handed me the basket, and he held my hand
Winning something small turned into something grand

Nobody wins the big one every day
But the small things have a way
Of leading you down the gravel road
To a porch light left on and a heart that glowed

Raffle ticket number forty-two
Won a basket of jam and a thing or two
A candle, a coupon, and a bottle of wine
But the best prize was the man in line
Raffle ticket number forty-two
He said ma'am, I think that prize was due
He handed me the basket, and he held my hand
Winning something small turned into something grand

Number forty-two, number forty-two
Lucky little ticket, I'm still holding you