Robert Lee McCoy - Tough Luck Lyrics
Tough Luck Trk 1 3:03Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin' Bob & Robert Nighthawk)(Robert McCoy)Recorded: Aurora, Illinois - Leland Hotel Wed May 5th, 1937Robert Lee McCoy - vocals and guitarwith Sonny Boy Williamson - harmonica and Joe Williams - guitar.Album: Robert Lee McCoy Bluebird Recordings 1937-19391997 Bluebird RCA #67416-2Now, got in tough luckAll my people they're dead an goneNow, got in tough luckAll my people they're dead an goneAn I haven't got any moneyNo place to call my homeWhen a man gets in tough luckNobody wants him 'roundWhen a man gets in tough luckNobody wants him 'roundIf ya haven't got any moneyThere is no friend to be foundWhen a man got alots a-moneyHe'll have friends at ev'ry houseWhen a man got alots a-moneyHe'll have friends at ev'ry houseBut if he haven't got any moneyHe'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 luckMy pig meat didn't treat me rightWhen I got in tough luckMy pig meat didn't treat me rightBut why should I worry about a pig meat?Sleepin' with an old hog ev'ry nightSo, when I get outta this tough luckI'm goin' to leave your homeWhen I get outta this tough luckI'm goin' to leave your homeBecause you treats me meanYou know you done me wrong.~
