(Words & music by Weisman - Wayne)
Oh I´m really feeling mighty low
No, no, no, I got no place that I can go

So I´ve got some blues to sing
And oh, so much remembering, woe......

Black cats, keep away from me
Take my advice, go shinning up a tree
I got hard luck, the hardest kind a luck you´ll find
I ain´t lyin´, I´ve got the bluest kinda blues
Drivin´ me right outta my mind

She´s gone, said toodle-loo
Kissed her good-bye and my-my, my money too
I´ve got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck you´ve seen
I mean, the way I´m runnin´ lately
My lucky number is thirteen

Where do I belong, everything I do is wrong, all wrong

Wrong as can be
Who´s stacking all the decks, lady luck has got the hex on me
I´m on her knee da-da-da-da

Shove off, oh I´m warning you
This thing I caught, you know could be catchin´ too
I´ve got hard luck, the hardest kinda luck there can be
Yes siree, I guess hard luck always chooses
Natural born losers like me
Oh ahhh!