Buzzard Luck Lyrics
| Song | Buzzard Luck |
| Artist | Son Seals |
| Album | Chicago Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Seals | |
| I was born on the 13th hour | |
| born on the 13th day | |
| Bad luck and trouble are all | |
| that come my way | |
| I should be flying over that desert | |
| just like that long neck bird | |
| trying to find something | |
| I can make a ummmm | |
| I'm so tired, I could cry | |
| I can't kill nothin' boy | |
| and won't nothing die | |
| I came to the city | |
| long before my time | |
| trying to make my fortune | |
| eat well wine and dine | |
| But boy when I got here | |
| it went the other way | |
| I slept in the park | |
| all night Y'all | |
| and walked the streets all day | |
| (chorus) | |
| Bad ol' buzzard has got me | |
| I feel like I could cry | |
| I can't kill nothin' boy | |
| and won't nothing die | |
| I went down to the welfare | |
| to try and get some help | |
| They said no boy we're sorry | |
| we don't have enough for ourself | |
| well they threw me out of the office | |
| and told me to go away | |
| come back and try your luck | |
| boy some other day | |
| (repeat chours) | |
| (spoken) | |
| Oh look at the mess I got myself into now | |
| been fooling around this old town | |
| for three long months in a row | |
| and ain't been having nothing but buzzard luck | |
| I can't kill nothing and won't nothin' die | |
| I done got down to my last twenty cents | |
| I don't know what to do with this | |
| whether I should try to make a phone call home | |
| or go on and keep this and see if I can build it up | |
| I tell ya' | |
| Look at my shoes they done fell apart | |
| and my socks are hangin' out | |
| I don't know what to do | |
| I think maybe I'll go down on 43rd street | |
| see if I can look up my friends Buddy Guy and Junior Wells | |
| Maybe I'll get a little hand out huh? | |
| But on the other hand before I do | |
| I feel like playin' the blues before I go | |
| Is that alright? |
| zuo ci : Seals | |
| I was born on the 13th hour | |
| born on the 13th day | |
| Bad luck and trouble are all | |
| that come my way | |
| I should be flying over that desert | |
| just like that long neck bird | |
| trying to find something | |
| I can make a ummmm | |
| I' m so tired, I could cry | |
| I can' t kill nothin' boy | |
| and won' t nothing die | |
| I came to the city | |
| long before my time | |
| trying to make my fortune | |
| eat well wine and dine | |
| But boy when I got here | |
| it went the other way | |
| I slept in the park | |
| all night Y' all | |
| and walked the streets all day | |
| chorus | |
| Bad ol' buzzard has got me | |
| I feel like I could cry | |
| I can' t kill nothin' boy | |
| and won' t nothing die | |
| I went down to the welfare | |
| to try and get some help | |
| They said no boy we' re sorry | |
| we don' t have enough for ourself | |
| well they threw me out of the office | |
| and told me to go away | |
| come back and try your luck | |
| boy some other day | |
| repeat chours | |
| spoken | |
| Oh look at the mess I got myself into now | |
| been fooling around this old town | |
| for three long months in a row | |
| and ain' t been having nothing but buzzard luck | |
| I can' t kill nothing and won' t nothin' die | |
| I done got down to my last twenty cents | |
| I don' t know what to do with this | |
| whether I should try to make a phone call home | |
| or go on and keep this and see if I can build it up | |
| I tell ya' | |
| Look at my shoes they done fell apart | |
| and my socks are hangin' out | |
| I don' t know what to do | |
| I think maybe I' ll go down on 43rd street | |
| see if I can look up my friends Buddy Guy and Junior Wells | |
| Maybe I' ll get a little hand out huh? | |
| But on the other hand before I do | |
| I feel like playin' the blues before I go | |
| Is that alright? |
| zuò cí : Seals | |
| I was born on the 13th hour | |
| born on the 13th day | |
| Bad luck and trouble are all | |
| that come my way | |
| I should be flying over that desert | |
| just like that long neck bird | |
| trying to find something | |
| I can make a ummmm | |
| I' m so tired, I could cry | |
| I can' t kill nothin' boy | |
| and won' t nothing die | |
| I came to the city | |
| long before my time | |
| trying to make my fortune | |
| eat well wine and dine | |
| But boy when I got here | |
| it went the other way | |
| I slept in the park | |
| all night Y' all | |
| and walked the streets all day | |
| chorus | |
| Bad ol' buzzard has got me | |
| I feel like I could cry | |
| I can' t kill nothin' boy | |
| and won' t nothing die | |
| I went down to the welfare | |
| to try and get some help | |
| They said no boy we' re sorry | |
| we don' t have enough for ourself | |
| well they threw me out of the office | |
| and told me to go away | |
| come back and try your luck | |
| boy some other day | |
| repeat chours | |
| spoken | |
| Oh look at the mess I got myself into now | |
| been fooling around this old town | |
| for three long months in a row | |
| and ain' t been having nothing but buzzard luck | |
| I can' t kill nothing and won' t nothin' die | |
| I done got down to my last twenty cents | |
| I don' t know what to do with this | |
| whether I should try to make a phone call home | |
| or go on and keep this and see if I can build it up | |
| I tell ya' | |
| Look at my shoes they done fell apart | |
| and my socks are hangin' out | |
| I don' t know what to do | |
| I think maybe I' ll go down on 43rd street | |
| see if I can look up my friends Buddy Guy and Junior Wells | |
| Maybe I' ll get a little hand out huh? | |
| But on the other hand before I do | |
| I feel like playin' the blues before I go | |
| Is that alright? |
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