(words & music by weisman - wayne) Oh I'm really feeling mighty low No, no, no, I got no place that I can go So I've got some blues to sing And oh, so much remembering, woe......
Black cats, keep away from me Take my advice, go shinning up a tree I got hard luck, the hardest kind a luck you'll find I ain't lyin', I've got the bluest kinda blues Drivin' me right outta my mind
She's gone, said toodle-loo Kissed her good-bye and my-my, my money too I've got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck you've seen I mean, the way I'm runnin' lately My lucky number is thirteen
Where do I belong, everything I do is wrong, all wrong Wrong as can be Who's stacking all the decks, lady luck has got the hex on me I'm on her knee da-da-da-da
Shove off, oh I'm warning you This thing I caught, you know could be catchin' too I've got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck there can be Yes siree, I guess hard luck always chooses Natural born losers like me Oh ahhh!
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