Текст и слова песни Robert Lee Mccoy – Tough Luck
Tough Luck Trk 1 3:03
Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk)
(Robert McCoy)
Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird Recordings 1937-1939
1997 Bluebird RCA #67416-2
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
An 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 ya haven't got any money
There is no friend to be found
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev'ry house
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev'ry house
But if he haven't got any money
He'll be treated like a cat wit'out a mouse
'Ooh, step on it'
(guitar & harmonica)
'Play that thing, boy, play that'
'My fever's a hundred an sixty below zero'
Now when I got in tough luck
My pig meat didn't treat me right
When I got in tough luck
My pig meat didn't treat me right
But why should I worry about a pig meat?
Sleepin' with an old hog ev'ry night
So, when I get outta this tough luck
I'm goin' to leave your home
When I get outta this tough luck
I'm goin' to leave your home
Because you treats me mean
You know you done me wrong.
~
Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk)
(Robert McCoy)
Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937
Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitar
With Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.
Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird Recordings 1937-1939
1997 Bluebird RCA #67416-2
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
Now, got in tough luck
All my people they're dead an gone
An 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 ya haven't got any money
There is no friend to be found
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev'ry house
When a man got alots a-money
He'll have friends at ev'ry house
But if he haven't got any money
He'll be treated like a cat wit'out a mouse
'Ooh, step on it'
(guitar & harmonica)
'Play that thing, boy, play that'
'My fever's a hundred an sixty below zero'
Now when I got in tough luck
My pig meat didn't treat me right
When I got in tough luck
My pig meat didn't treat me right
But why should I worry about a pig meat?
Sleepin' with an old hog ev'ry night
So, when I get outta this tough luck
I'm goin' to leave your home
When I get outta this tough luck
I'm goin' to leave your home
Because you treats me mean
You know you done me wrong.
~
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