Bad Luck

I was feeling that nothing was going good.
So I crossed my fingers and knocked on wood.
I found a penny and I picked it up,
Hoping it would change my luck.

I went out and bought me a rabbit's foot.
I hung a horseshoe up on a hook.
Threw some coins down a wishing well
Well, if it worked I just can't tell.

'Cause bad luck, it finds it's way.
It's like a old friend that overstays.
And he's always hanging 'round my door.
It's like I'm living on the thirteenth floor.

Got a four leaf clover growing in my yard.
Drew fame and fortune on a Tarot card.
Rub Buddha's belly everyday.
And lucky seven is the number I play.

I won't let a black cat cross my path.
Walking under ladders? don't make me laugh.
Never throw my hat down on a bed
I hold my breath when I pass the dead.

'Cause bad luck, it finds it's way.
It's like a old friend that overstays.
And he's always hanging 'round my door.
It's like I'm living on the thirteenth floor.

I've broken no mirrors in my time.
Never stepped on a crack, my mama's doing fine.
Why is good luck so hard to find?

Met a fortune teller with a crystal ball.
Well, that Gypsy woman knew nothing at all.
She told me my bad luck would slowly fade
With every dollar that she got paid.

'Cause bad luck, it finds it's way.
It's like a old friend that overstays.
And he's always hanging 'round my door.
It's like I'm living on the thirteenth floor.

Bad luck.
I've had nothing but bad luck.

©1997 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)