Hard luck stories
par Neil Young
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Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.
Every time you´re feelin´ fine
Got another good one on the line
It slips away,
You feel it slip away, slip away.
I don´t want no more from you
Won´t do what you want me to
Turn me loose
Come on turn me loose,
turn me loose.
Every time I´m feelin´ good
The phone rings
and I knock on wood
Hoping that it won´t be you
Calling like you always do.
All you ever seem to say is
How much bad luck came your way
You won´t try to start again
You just count
on your old friends.
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.
Now you call up every day
Got no money no place to stay
That girl made a mess of you
You got what was comin´ too.
Build her up and let her down
Tastin´ everythin´ in town
Treat her right, you never
Treat her right, treat her right.
Now she´s gone and you´re alone
Bite your fingers to the bone
Slip away,
You feel it slip away, slip away.
You don´t know what´s goin´ on
How you lost it, what went wrong
What ever happened to
The love that you once knew.
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.
Every time you´re feelin´ fine
Got another good one on the line
It slips away,
You feel it slip away, slip away.
I don´t want no more from you
Won´t do what you want me to
Turn me loose
Come on turn me loose,
turn me loose.
Every time I´m feelin´ good
The phone rings
and I knock on wood
Hoping that it won´t be you
Calling like you always do.
All you ever seem to say is
How much bad luck came your way
You won´t try to start again
You just count
on your old friends.
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.
Now you call up every day
Got no money no place to stay
That girl made a mess of you
You got what was comin´ too.
Build her up and let her down
Tastin´ everythin´ in town
Treat her right, you never
Treat her right, treat her right.
Now she´s gone and you´re alone
Bite your fingers to the bone
Slip away,
You feel it slip away, slip away.
You don´t know what´s goin´ on
How you lost it, what went wrong
What ever happened to
The love that you once knew.
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine
Don´t tell me hard luck stories
And I won´t tell you mine.