It's Bad Luck

I've got a broken shovel and a worn out hoe

I've toiled in the soil but my garden won't grow

I give it lots of lovin' and some tender care

It's enough to make a grown man shed a tear

It's bad luck

'Cause I'm stuck

With lots of seeds

And no more weed

I called upon a friend to see what I could buy

I said "How you doin' man?" He said "High".

I ask him if he had any Tijuana Slims

He said you've go to be jokin' I been smokin' stems.

It's bad luck

'Cause I'm stuck

With lots of seeds

And no more weed

Don't need no stinkin' shovel don't need no hoe

Ain't wastin' no more time on a garden that won't grow

Gonna kick back and catch me a high

With a six pack of Adolf, some whiskey and rye

It's bad luck

'Cause I'm stuck

With lots of seeds

And no more weed

Farrell Jackson © 01-13- 1974

Here's a repost/remaster of a short, fun, bluesy rock song I wrote several years ago. It's called Bad Luck. It's off my 1st CD, Orchid Faded Sky. It's been a while since it has been posted up at Mixposure or anywhere. I wrote it when Weed wasn't legal but now that it is, in California and other States. So I thought it was time to share it once again :o)

Farrell