Black cloud on the sun
I turn my collar up
I walked from your door
Out to McCounty road
Oh yeah, what luck
Time ain't been rough on us
And right then oh boy,
We hit the turning point
Three, four years or more
My life was on the floor
Blind faith hangin' in
Hungry and tired of it
Oh yeah, bad luck
They had taken over us
And right then oh boy,
We hit the turning point
She's had to follow me
Up and down these empty street
Whisky on her breath
Trying to give the world a test
Oh yeah, bad luck they had taken over us
And right then oh boy, we hit the turning point
And right then oh boy, we hit the turning point
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