Lirik Lagu The Ballad Of Hard Luck Henry - Hank Snow
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Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crankThat's staked out nigh three hundred claims, and every one a blank;That's followed every fool stampede, and seen the rise and fallOf camps where men got gold in chunks and he got none at all;That's prospected a bit of ground and sold it for a songTo see it yield a fortune to some fool that came along;That's sunk a dozen bed-rock holes, and not a speck in sight,Yet sees them take a million from the claims to left and right?Now aren't things like that enough to drive a man to booze?But Hard-Luck Smith was hoodoo-proof--he knew the way to lose.
'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.The riffles of his sluicing-box were choked with speckled earth,And night and day he worked that lay for all that he was worth.And when in chill December's gloom his lucky lease expired,He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired.
One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate,He felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting mate;A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.And while he cooked his supper on his little Yukon stove,He wished that he had staked a claim in Love's rich treasure-trove;When suddenly he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg,For there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg.
You know these Yukon eggs of ours--some pink, some green, some blue--A dollar per, assorted tints, assorted flavors too.The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by.Well, Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light,And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight.At last he made it out, and then the legend ran lik
'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.And lo! as if to make amends for all the futile past,Late in the year he struck it rich, the real pay-streak at last.The riffles of his sluicing-box were choked with speckled earth,And night and day he worked that lay for all that he was worth.And when in chill December's gloom his lucky lease expired,He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired.
One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate,He felt the ache of lonely man to find a fitting mate;A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.And while he cooked his supper on his little Yukon stove,He wished that he had staked a claim in Love's rich treasure-trove;When suddenly he paused and held aloft a Yukon egg,For there in pencilled letters was the magic name of Peg.
You know these Yukon eggs of ours--some pink, some green, some blue--A dollar per, assorted tints, assorted flavors too.The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by.Well, Hard-Luck Henry took this egg and held it to the light,And there was more faint pencilling that sorely taxed his sight.At last he made it out, and then the legend ran lik
