My Bad Luck

I got a job up on a scaffold where I'm working With my back in the wind and a rope to swing and work And I been workin' hard all the morning And a piece of lead on the end of a stick Is whizzing by me all the while It scares me bad my bad luck And as for being bad luck, my bad luck Well, it's nothing to what I have I had three sons that are dead And a daughter that is bad Now, here's where I was bad, I was bad So bad that I almost had to be I couldn't be bothered with my wife That I did not love. I wish I were in Dixie again, Singing dixie to the drum of Dixie; It's the last time I'll tell you that, I wish I were in Dixie again.