Lyrics Tough Luck - Robert Nighthawk

Tough Luck

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 #67 416−2
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