Big Maceo Tought Luck Blues
It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
I'm blue and disgusted
As any poor man could be
I used to have a car
An it was painted white an black
I used to have a car
An he was painted white an black
I couldn't keep up the payments
An the man, he took it back
I used to smoke cigars
The very best in town
But bad luck an trouble
Is bound to tear me down
It's too bad
Things are going so tough with me
I guess I go back to my plow
And start hollerin' (*whoa, haw, gee)
'Play 'em for me boy, play 'em for me'
(piano)
'You know my gal quit me'
'I'm sho' in hard luck'
'Get it and get it good, now'
'Yes, I know'
'I have so much trouble'
The women that I'm lovin'
Is followed me all around
I can tell by her action
She 'bout to put me down
It's too bad
Things are goin' so tough with me
You have heard my story
Peoples, what'ch you think a me?
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*Whoa, haw, gee
Mules and horses: whoa=stop
Haw=go left, gee=go right.
