TOUGH LUCK
As sung by Robert Nighthawk on "Prowling with the Nighthawk" (Document Records)

Now, got in tough luck; all my people dead an' gone, (2x)
An' I haven't got any money, no place to call my home.

When a man gets in tough luck, nobody wants him 'round. (2x)
If ya haven't got any money, there is no friend to be found.

When a man got a lots o' money, he'll have friend at ev'ry house, (2x)
But if he haven't got any money, he'll be treated like a cat with a mouse.

Ooh, step on it!

Play that thing, boy! Play that!

My fever's a hundred an' sixty below zero!

[Now] when I got in tough luck, my pigmeat didn't treat me right. (2x)
But why should I worry 'bout a pigmeat, sleepin' with an old hog ev'ry night?

[So] when I get out o' this tough luck, I'm goin' to leave your home, (2x)
Because you treats me mean; you know you done me wrong.