| Tought Luck Blues |
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It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
I'm blue and disgusted
As any poor man could be
I used to have a car
An it was painted white an black
I used to have a car
An he was painted white an black
I couldn't keep up the payments
An the man, he took it back
I used to smoke cigars
The very best in town
But bad luck an trouble
Is bound to tear me down
It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
I guess I go back to my plow
And start hollerin' (*whoa, haw, gee)
'Play 'em for me boy, play 'em for me'
(piano)
'You know my gal quit me'
'I'm sho' in hard luck'
'Get it and get it good, now'
'Yes, I know'
'I have so much trouble'
The women that I'm lovin'
Is followed me all around
I can tell by her action
She 'bout to put me down
It's too bad
Things are goin' so tough with me
You have heard my story
Peoples, what'ch you think a me?
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*Whoa, haw, gee
Mules and horses: whoa=stop
Haw=go left, gee=go right.
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