Hard Luck - Elvis Presley

Oh I’m really feeling mighty low

No, no, no, I got no place that I can go So I’ve got some blues to sing

And oh, so much remembering, woe…

Black cats, keep away from me Take my advice, go shinning up a tree

I got hard luck, the hardest kind a luck you’ll find

I ain’t lyin', I’ve got the bluest kinda blues

Drivin’me right outta my mind

She’s gone, said toodle-loo

Kissed her good-bye and my-my, my money too

I’ve got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck you’ve seen

I mean, the way I’m runnin’lately

My lucky number is thirteen

Where do I belong, everything I do is wrong, all wrong

Wrong as can be Who’s stacking all the decks, lady luck has got the hex on me

I’m on her knee da-da-da-da

Shove off, oh I’m warning you

This thing I caught, you know could be catchin’too

I’ve got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck there can be Yes siree, I guess hard luck always chooses

Natural born losers like me Oh ahhh!