Turn Your Luck

En route to New York City from old sunny Buffalo I've budgeted for gas and parking, ferry boats and tolls To a bougie Village nightclub I ain't getting paid to play Chin up you're gonna turn your luck some day A dozen years of overhead not sure how wisely spent I'm busking at the baseball game to try and cover rent It would seem I'm doomed to starve until I learn another trade Chin up you're gonna turn your luck someday Can't do no right by Anna we ain't talking anymore Hell all we had to do was drop our baggage at the door But people treated poorly gonna make more of the same Chin up you're gonna turn your luck someday It's always darkest before the dawn Are we sure the dawn is coming En route into Ontario another show to do Tomorrow this old aching throat will be a full-on flu If we had known this was our last good night we might a stayed Chin up you're gonna turn your luck someday It's always darkest before the dawn Are we sure the dawn... It's always darkest before the dawn Are we sure the dawn is coming