Some men have all the luck,
Some have none at all,
I'm standing by the side of the road,
Feeling about two feet tall,
I've been 'round a dozen times,
Out the gates and through the pines,
I way, way past the starting line,
And I hear the bugle call.
Mama, take me down,
To where the trumpets do not blow so loud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.
I see you're leaning on a crutch,
The one that says you love too much,
But if its true, and that exists,
Then why'd you make me go like this?
I did what I had to do,
Love has got to be for two,
I guess you loved me just for you,
If you did at all.
Mama, take me down,
To where the neon lights don't glow so proud,
Mama, get me bound,
From this underground.
And marble Tom stays so serene,
He washed his clothes and he keeps them clean,
He licked his chops in Aberdeen,
And he hangs his hat in Gaul,
He said lets go to Moscow,
I've had it all in Ghent,
And we're half a day and lost now,
And all my money's spent,
He'll be gone tommorrow,
Tommorrow I'll be bent,
Some men have all the luck,
Some aint got a cent.
Mama, take me down,
Round me up don't fail me now,
Mama get me bound,
From this underground.
