By Luigi Monteferrante
Lost my luck
Lost my home
She rode from town
In the back of a truck
Said she’d be back
But I know she’s gone
Meet her again
I got my gun
Lost my job
And my home
Lights out
And it’s cold
I hitch a ride
Hit the road
You better run
You better hide
I know I won’t find her
With no luck by my side
But if ever I find her
She’ll be hanging on high.
There she is
My Sweet Cherie
On the tree.