Lyrics

I never called you on your birthday 'cause I spent the night in jail.
I've got no money left I drank it all last week.
Trouble tracks me like a hound, stomps my pride into the ground.
Can't catch a break .......even when I cheat.

From the long arm of the law I get the short end of the stick.
Peace of mind I have but only when I sleep.
If there's a need to talk to me, there's just two places I might be.
Look inside the doghouse..... or up the creek.


Up the creek, searchin' for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix I'm in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm can't be too far from bein' found.


Ahead of me there lies the low road through the wastelands of despair.
A place where empty souls and hopelessness abound.
Here in comfort I do roam, often enough to call my home.
'Til the day I find the path to higher ground.

In my shadow there's a vision of a broken hollow man.
A shameless portrait with a worn out guilty grin.
Good intentions left to die, hard luck rarely passes by.
This stubborn soul ..... ain't givin' in.


Up the creek searchin' for my four leaf clover.
For a chance to try and turn my life around.
Heaven knows the fix I'm in, never fast enough to win.
Good luck charm can't be too far from bein' found.
My good luck charm can't be too far from bein' found