Try to walk this earth an honest man,
But evil waves at me it's ugly hand.
The radar watches me from above, shoutin' down:
"I hope you make it on this earth."
Sometimes this world will leave you, Lord,
Kickin' and a screamin', wonderin' if
You'll see the next day through.
But as for me I do believe
That good luck comes from tryin',
So until I get mine
I'll work me the whole day through.