Well, I might be down and out and singin the blues
but I won't be giving up on account of you
I've got a whole lot of troubles
that keep doing me harm
I need to search my bag of tricks
and find me a lucky charm

Well, I feel like I'm walking on needles and pins
I get to the end and start all over again
With them same old troubles
that keep dragging me down
I need to shave a black pin
through the heart of a voodoo doll

Well, I fear that I'm living with no reason or rhyme
I see it all clearly from the end of the line
It's them same old troubles
that kept coming my way
Like watching cracks on the walls
while I'm scrying in my crystal ball

If I seem a bit distracted don't be surprised
cause you know it in your heart
the hand's quicker than the eye
I've got a whole lot of secrets that just can't be told
And if you blink for a second
I'll be gone with your pot of gold