DOGGONE MY GOOD LUCK SOUL
by Hattie Hudson
Oh, play that thing, Mister Yeverson! The time ain't long now.
I've got a gold horseshoe, going to put it on my door,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, put it on my door;
Bad luck has gone from here, it can't come back no more.
Oh lord, I've just got lucky, I believe I'll bet and win,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, believe I'll bet and win,The man I've got right now,
took him from my best friend.
Oh, mama, I can't be good, I believe I'll just quit trying,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, believe I'll just quit trying;
I don't live in the country, on paved streets all the time.
Been with my same little sugar just ten long years today,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, ten long years today;
And if he should quit loving me,
I'll throw myself away.
Oh, poor little rabbit, you can hop all in my yard,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, hop all in my yard;
I ain't going to take your feet, nor fill your head with scars.
Oh, where's the mean fortune teller, and the black cat that failed?
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, the black cat that failed?
Come around to see me in the morning, I'm carrying keys to the jail.
I got three good men, but it's two more in my way,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, two more in my way;
And if this good luck don't leave me, I'll love myself away.
by Hattie Hudson
Oh, play that thing, Mister Yeverson! The time ain't long now.
I've got a gold horseshoe, going to put it on my door,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, put it on my door;
Bad luck has gone from here, it can't come back no more.
Oh lord, I've just got lucky, I believe I'll bet and win,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, believe I'll bet and win,The man I've got right now,
took him from my best friend.
Oh, mama, I can't be good, I believe I'll just quit trying,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, believe I'll just quit trying;
I don't live in the country, on paved streets all the time.
Been with my same little sugar just ten long years today,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, ten long years today;
And if he should quit loving me,
I'll throw myself away.
Oh, poor little rabbit, you can hop all in my yard,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, hop all in my yard;
I ain't going to take your feet, nor fill your head with scars.
Oh, where's the mean fortune teller, and the black cat that failed?
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, the black cat that failed?
Come around to see me in the morning, I'm carrying keys to the jail.
I got three good men, but it's two more in my way,
doggone my good luck soul,
Hey, two more in my way;
And if this good luck don't leave me, I'll love myself away.