Hard Luck Blues Songtext
von Little Milton

Well, rocks is my pillow
And the cold ground is my bed
The highway is my home
Lord, I might as well be dead

I′m travelin', I′m travelin'
Seems I have no place to go
My mother, she's dead and gone
And father drove me from his door


I′ve got one pair of shoes
Don′t even have a change of clothes
Lord, I've got one pair of shoes
Don′t even have a change of clothes
And this road I've gotta travel
Oh, it′s so lonely and cold

Well, I'm gonna get religion
And learn how to pray
I need help so bad
Lord, and that is the only way

I′m walkin' and walkin'
Seems this road ain′t got no end
Lord, I ain′t got nobody
In this mean, mean old world to call my friend


I've got so much, so much trouble
Sometimes I just sit and cry
I′ve got so, I've got so much trouble
Sometimes I sit and cry
But I′m gonna find my mother's grave
Fall on the tombstone and die