Tough Luck Songtext
von Robert Nighthawk

Now I got in tough luck, all my people dead and gone
Now I got in tough luck, all my people dead and gone
And 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 you haven't got any money, there is no friend to be found

When a man gotten lots of money, he'll have friends at every house
When a man gotten lots of money, he′ll have friends at every house
But if he haven′t got any money, he'll be treated like a cart, wheel him out


Oh, step on it
Play your string, boy, play it
My speed is a 100 and 60 below zero

Now when I got in tough luck, my pygmy didn′t treat me right
When I got in tough luck, my pygmy didn't treat me right
But why should I worry about a pygmy
Sleeping with an old hog every night?

So when I get out of this tough luck, I′m going to leave your home
When I get out of this tough luck, I'm going to leave your home
Because you treat me mean, you know you′ve done me wrong