Tough Luck - Robert Lee Mccoy

作词：Robert Lee Mccoy

作曲：Robert Lee Mccoy

Now got in tough luck

All my people they're dead and gone

Now got in tough luck

All my people they're dead and gone

And I haven't got any money

No place to call my home

When a man gets in tough luck

Nobody wants him 'round

When a man gets in tough luck

Nobody wants him 'round

If ya haven't got any money

There is no friend to be found

When a man got alots a-money

He'll have friends at every house

When a man got alots a-money

He'll have friends at every house

But if he haven't got any money

He'll be treated like a cat without a mouse

Ooh step on it

Play that thing boy play that

My fever's a hundred and sixty below zero

Now when I got in tough luck

My pig meat didn't treat me right

When I got in tough luck

My pig meat didn't treat me right

But why should I worry about a pig meat

Sleepin' with and old hog every night

So when I get outta this tough luck

I'm goin' to leave your home

When I get outta this tough luck

I'm goin' to leave your home

Because you treats me mean

You know you done me wrong