Buzzard Luck

I was born on the 13th hour
 Born on the 13th day
 Bad luck and trouble are all
 That come my way
 I should be flying over that desert
 Just like that long neck bird
 Trying to find something
 I can make a ummmm
 I'm so tired, I could cry
 I can't kill nothin' boy
 And won't nothing die
 I came to the city
 Long before my time
 Trying to make my fortune
 Eat well wine and dine
 But boy when I got here
 It went the other way
 I slept in the park
 All night Y'all
 And walked the streets all day
 That ol' buzzard has got me
 I feel like I could cry
 I can't kill nothin' boy
 And won't nothing die
 I went down to the welfare
 To try and get some help
 They said no boy we're sorry
 We don't have enough for ourself
 Well they threw me out of the office
 And told me to go away
 Come back and try your luck
 (Spoken)
 Oh look at the mess I got myself into now
 Been fooling around this old town
 For three long months in a row
 And ain't been having nothing but buzzard luck
 I can't kill nothing and won't nothin' die
 I done got down to my last twenty cents
 I don't know what to do with this
 Whether I should try to make a phone call home
 Or go on and keep this and see if I can build it up
 I tell ya'
 Look at my shoes they done fell apart
 And my socks are hangin' out
 I don't know what to do
 I think maybe I'll go down on 43rd street
 See if I can look up my friends Buddy Guy and Junior Wells
 Maybe I'll get a little hand out, huh?
 But on the other hand before I do
 I feel like playin' the blues before I go
 Is that alright?