Hard luck papa counting his toes You can smell his feet wherever he goes Lord, Lord, I got those Brown’s Ferry blues Hard luck papa done lost his stuff the trouble is he’s played too rough Lord, Lord, I got those Brown’s Ferry blues 
Two old maids a-sitting in the sand Each one wishin’ that the other was a man, Two old maids done lost their style If you want to be lucky you got to smile, 
Early to bed and early to rise And your girl goes out with other guys, If you don’t believe me try it yourself Well I tried it and I got left, 
Hard luck papa standin’ in the rain If the world was corn he couldn’t buy grain, Hard luck papa standin’ in the snow His knees knock together but he’s raring to go, 
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