Hard Luck Woman - Sean Costello

I tried to love you but it, it was no use

I feel like I’m choking on a, a hangman’s noose

Hard luck woman you know you’re always down

Hands in my pockets with your eyes on the ground

Hard luck woman I’m leaving your hard luck town

I’m leaving your hard luck town

Well you’re a, a good lookin' woman you know truth be told

But a love you’re givin' us is way too cold

Lord have mercy, woman, on your hard luck soul

Baby on your hard luck soul

Well a, a hard luck a woman you know I believe you’re cursed

My luck keeps a going from bad to worse

I’m leaving here baby, if I’m leaving here in a hearse

If they carry me in a hearse

And when I leave you woman you know I, I can’t be found

And 99 hounds can’t track me down

Hard luck woman, I’m turning my luck around

I’m turning my luck around