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.