Buzzard Luck Lyrics

Nothing in my pocket but the bottom
And that's more than I can say for my shoes
Speaking of the blues I got 'em
Boy that's all I can afford to lose
I can't beg or borrow or steal a buck
And man that's nothing but buzzard luck
Can't get on relief cause I'm travelin'
Really have nowhere to go
My last pair of pants are unraveling
And I don't know a soul who can sew
Got in a fight, I was too weak to duck
And man that's nothing but buzzard luck

Just like the buzzard flying high in the sky
Can't kill nothing if nothing won't die
Ain't nothing boiling but the water in the pot
And it wouldn't be boiling if the fire wasn't hot
I left my little town in Texas
Spent three years in Illinois
And when I got back I was disgusted
I had a month old baby boy
She took me to court, the judge said you're stuck
And man that's nothing but buzzard luck
Just like the buzzard flying high in the sky
Can't kill nothing if nothing won't die
Ain't nothing cooking but the peas in the pot
And they wouldn't be cookin' if the water wasn't hot

I left my little town in Texas
Spent three years in Illinois
And when I got back I was disgusted
I had a month old baby boy
She took me to court, the judge said you're stuck
And man that's nothing but buzzard luck