Now people, I'm gonna tell you what a hard luck man I really am.
Ya know I was born in hard luck.
I was born in the last month in the year, the last week in the month, the last day in the week, the last hour in the day, the last minute in the hour, the last second in the minute;
To tell the truth now, like not to have got here at all.
Oh I'm hard luck all right.
Ya know, I was born down there in the country on a little farm where the land's so poor that you have to put fertilizer around the telephone poles before you can talk over the wires.
But it's a good place to be from anyway.
Ya know, I was born down there in the country, and I can remember the very first day when I was born, too.
There's just three of us kids, we's lying there side by side on the bed, and I heard the door slam and my old man he walked in the door, he walked up to the bed an' taken one look at us, he called to my mom, she's in the kitchen makin' dinner.
He says “All right Liza, come on in here an' pick out the one ya want”, he says, “We'll drown the rest of them.”
Ya know, there's just seventeen of us kids, there's eight boys, seven girls and two other children.
Now I didn't have but little age on me when the old man he says, “Son, you're gonna hafta get out a here an make your own livin' from now on”, he says, “I'm tired of feeding you around here.”
'So I strock out, folks, and here's what's happened to me ever since...
Ya knoll, I've been bawled out an balled up, held down and held up, bulldozed, black-jacked, walked on an chested, squeezed and mooched.
Stood for war tax, excess profit, state, dog, and sin tax, Liberty bonds, baby bonds, and the bonds of matrimony.
I been Red Crossed, Green crossed and double-derossed.
I been asked to join the society for John the Baptist, the D.A.R. Woman's corps , the Men’s Stomach and Relief Corps.
I 've worked like heck, and been worked like heck.
I've been drunk and got others drunk.
Lost all I had and part of my furniture.
Because I want to go around now ans spend some little part of that which I did earn and not go beg, borrow and steal, well, I've been cussed and discussed, boycotted - talked to and talked about, lied to and lied about, held up and hung up and doggone nigh murdered.
An the only reason I'm sticking around now, folks, is to see just what in the heck is gonna happen next.
And if that ain't hard luck, then you tell me what is.
Ya know I was born in hard luck.
I was born in the last month in the year, the last week in the month, the last day in the week, the last hour in the day, the last minute in the hour, the last second in the minute;
To tell the truth now, like not to have got here at all.
Oh I'm hard luck all right.
Ya know, I was born down there in the country on a little farm where the land's so poor that you have to put fertilizer around the telephone poles before you can talk over the wires.
But it's a good place to be from anyway.
Ya know, I was born down there in the country, and I can remember the very first day when I was born, too.
There's just three of us kids, we's lying there side by side on the bed, and I heard the door slam and my old man he walked in the door, he walked up to the bed an' taken one look at us, he called to my mom, she's in the kitchen makin' dinner.
He says “All right Liza, come on in here an' pick out the one ya want”, he says, “We'll drown the rest of them.”
Ya know, there's just seventeen of us kids, there's eight boys, seven girls and two other children.
Now I didn't have but little age on me when the old man he says, “Son, you're gonna hafta get out a here an make your own livin' from now on”, he says, “I'm tired of feeding you around here.”
'So I strock out, folks, and here's what's happened to me ever since...
Ya knoll, I've been bawled out an balled up, held down and held up, bulldozed, black-jacked, walked on an chested, squeezed and mooched.
Stood for war tax, excess profit, state, dog, and sin tax, Liberty bonds, baby bonds, and the bonds of matrimony.
I been Red Crossed, Green crossed and double-derossed.
I been asked to join the society for John the Baptist, the D.A.R. Woman's corps , the Men’s Stomach and Relief Corps.
I 've worked like heck, and been worked like heck.
I've been drunk and got others drunk.
Lost all I had and part of my furniture.
Because I want to go around now ans spend some little part of that which I did earn and not go beg, borrow and steal, well, I've been cussed and discussed, boycotted - talked to and talked about, lied to and lied about, held up and hung up and doggone nigh murdered.
An the only reason I'm sticking around now, folks, is to see just what in the heck is gonna happen next.
And if that ain't hard luck, then you tell me what is.
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