Bad Luck

Well, Johnny went hunting on a cold Saturday

Slipped on some ice, fell right on his face

Deer stood laughing, didn't even run

Johnny cursed his luck, said this ain't no fun

Life's a mess, when you're born with bad luck

Every step forward, you just get stuck

But we'll see, and we'll dance, try to make you right

Cause even bad luck can't dim this light

He fixed up his truck just the other day

Turns the key and boom, it's a black cloud gray