Tough Luck Songtext
von Robert Lee McCoy
Tough Luck Songtext
Tough Luck Trk 1 3: 03
Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin′ Bob & Robert Nighthawk)
(Robert McCoy)
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird Recordings 1937-1939
1997 Bluebird RCA #67416-2
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they′re dead an gone
An 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 ev′ry house
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev′ry house
But if he haven't got any money
He′ll be treated like a cat wit'out a mouse
'Ooh, step on it′
(Guitar & harmonica)
′Play that thing, boy, play that'
′My fever's a hundred an 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 an old hog ev'ry 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.
Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin′ Bob & Robert Nighthawk)
(Robert McCoy)
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird Recordings 1937-1939
1997 Bluebird RCA #67416-2
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they′re dead an gone
An 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 ev′ry house
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev′ry house
But if he haven't got any money
He′ll be treated like a cat wit'out a mouse
'Ooh, step on it′
(Guitar & harmonica)
′Play that thing, boy, play that'
′My fever's a hundred an 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 an old hog ev'ry 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.
Writer(s): Robert Lee Mccollum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com