I'm a hard luck man, I don't see the reason why
I'm a hard luck man, I don't see the reason why
I'm like a broken-hearted woman, can't do nothing but wring my hands and cry
Hello Mr. Trouble, please tell me what have I done
Hello Mr. Trouble, please tell me what have I done
When you ain't got me in trouble you turn me over to your hard luck son
I've got a woman in Seymour, one in Tyler, you know I'm feelin' blue
I've got a woman in Seymour, one in Tyler, don't you know I'm feelin' blue
I've got to leave but I'm in jail now on Chicago Avenue
I'm a hard luck man, I've been in hard luck so long
I'm a hard luck man, I've been in hard luck so long
Anyway it seems now seem like I'll be in hard luck from now on
I've been in jail in Texas, been in jail in Alabama, been in jail in Louisiana, been in jail in Indiana
Actin' a fool about women, got in jail down in Tennessee
But the Chicago Avenue jail is too much jail for me
I'm free one more time, I'm going to write to my best girlfriend
I'm free one more time and I'm going to write to my best girlfriend
And tell her 'bout all my troubles, jailhouses I've been in