Stand in line to get your brand new blues. How you gonna win when we were born to lose. The last man I saw standing. He could barely stand at all. I might ease out into the ether.
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me. From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee. I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonk.
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me. From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee. I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonk.
Goin' down to the swamp. Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon. Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp. Goin' to watch a hound dog catch a 'coon. You know the hound dog makin' music.
Two feet they come a creepin'. Like a black cat do. And two bodies are layin' naked. A creeper think he got nothin' to lose. So he creeps into this house, yeah.