Hard Luck - Howlin' Wolf

Well rocks is my pillow, cold ground is my bed

Highway is my home and I’d rather be dead

I’m walking, Lord I don’t have nowhere to go

The road I’m traveling on, oh the road is mighty cold

I have a lot of trouble, sometime I can cry

I have a lot of trouble, sometime I can cry

My mama dead and gone

Nobody in this world to call my own

Well I tried to get religion, learn how to pray

I need help bad time on the way

I’m walking, Lord I don’t have nowhere to go

But the road I’m traveling on

You know the road is mighty cold

I have a lot of worries, sometime I can cry

Lord, I got a lot of worries, sometime I can cry

Going to my mama’s grave for no tombstone and died