Из альбома: 1956-1958: Cobra Recordings

Lay awake at night,
Oh so low, just so troubled
Can't get a job,
Laid off and I'm having double trouble

Hey hey, to make you've got to try
Baby, that's no lie
Some of this generation is millionaires
I can't even keep decent clothes to wear

Laugh at me walking,
And I have no place to go
Bad luck and trouble has taken me;
I have no money to show

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