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.