Hard Luck by Elvis Presley

(words & music by weisman - wayne)
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!