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(ed king -mike estes)
I ain’t the son of the seventh son, black cats won’t cross my path
Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out fast
I wasn’t born under no bad sign, but it was friday the 13th
East, west, no, yes
Hot, cold, tell you this
Ain’t nothin’ in between
Its either good luck -- I’m the last to get it
Bad luck -- I’m the first
When it’s good, ain’t nothin’ better
When it’s bad, ain’t nothin’ worse
Well life can be a little hard sometimes, you do what you gotta do
A lot depends on the luck a man has and the cards that’s been dealt to you
I’d fold this hand if I could or at least take a card or two
I been around
Had my ups and downs
Tell me does it sound little like you
Good luck -- I’m the last to get it
Bad luck -- I’m the first
When it’s good, ain’t nothin’ better
When it’s bad, ain’t nothin’ worse
Its either good luck -- I’m the last to get it
Bad luck -- I’m the first
When it’s good, ain’t nothin’ better
When it’s bad, ain’t nothin’ worse
Its either good luck -- I’m the last to get it
Bad luck -- I’m the first
When it’s good, ain’t nothin’ better
When it’s bad, ain’t nothin’ worse
Good luck, bad luck
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