I was born in the fall of sixty
eight.
I was due in July but I was two
months late.
Daddy peeped and said it looks a
little strange to me
Mama said I think I’ll call it
Calvin.
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How much trouble can one man see
How unlucky can a pore soul be
I couldn’t buy a whistle, if they
gave a train to me.
I’m known as Hard Luck Calvin.
I went to see a friend of mine,
Just the other night
He told me that the dog he owned
Would never ever bite.
Boy but was he wrong
I still hurt when I sit down
Cause his doggie left a tooth in
Calvin.
I checked into a hospital
Just to take some tests
Somehow they mixed my records
With a man’s with ailing chest.
When they woke me up,
Just imagine my surprise
They had operated on ole Calvin.
I asked a girl to marry me,
I did it just for fun.
If I had known she’d do it boy,
I’d still be on the run.
She said that was the way
Her daddy wanted it to be,
And his shotgun shore convinced
old Calvin.
CF.
