Hard Luck Saint Lyrics - Ely Joe

He said he discovered America with nothin' but a paper sack 

The first sight he remembered was the Statue of Liberty's back. 

He lost his mama on the Brooklyn street when he was just thirteen 

He made his way out west; he'd seen some pictures in a magazine 

He worked a while as a roughneck in the Floydada Black Oil fields 

And the Fat Oilmen of Texas would watch him a-tap his heels 

As the oil poured in and the cotton grew and the Cadillacs fell like rain 

He did the work of a dozen men and never did complain 

If you added up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky 

But he lived more in an hour than most men in their lives 

He never preached a sermon and an angel he ain't 

But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck Saint 

He worked his way to a cotton town down Highway 84 

And that is where i met him in a used clothing store 

With my mama and my papa, little Mark and Muleshoe Bill 

I still remember tearstains on a dusty window sill 

If you added up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky 

But he lived more in an hour than most men in their lives 

He never preached a sermon and an angel he ain't 

But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck Saint 

He never stayed around long but he never said 'goodbye' 

No tellin' where he went to, he walked a rugged mile 

He might just pass through your town one of these a-hard luck days 

And pass right through to the other side goin' his hard luck ways 

If you added up his troubles they'd fill the prairie sky 

He lived more in an hour than most men in their lives 

He never preached a sermon and an angel he ain't 

But anyone can tell you he's a Hard Luck Saint