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.