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Tough Luck (Letra)

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(steve wilkinson/william wallace)

She never planned on
The life she got
Married young
And then she just got caught
Years fly by
When you’re raising kids
She’s just a carbon copy
Of what her momma did

She was a perfect picture
Of a perfect wife
Out of focus
In her perfect life
So safe, so warm
No hint of danger
Wasting years
With the perfect stranger

But though luck’s
The only luck she’s known
And tough luck
To build your life on hope
(oh) but she bought the deal
She made the vow
She’d walk away
But she’s just too proud
To ever throw in the towel
Tough luck

Convinced herself
That life made perfect sense
Two-car garage
And a while picket fence
Sometimes she feels
Like such a hypocrite
She’s just a face in the portrait
And that’s about it

But though luck’s
The only luck she’s known
And tough luck
To build your life on hope
(oh) but she bought the deal
She made the vow
She’d walk away
But she’s just too proud
To ever throw in the towel
Tough luck

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Tough Luck (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Tough Luck Trk 1 3:03
Robert Lee McCoy (aka Ramblin’ Bob & Robert Nighthawk)
(Robert McCoy)
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 #67416-2

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.

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