GLOOM, DESPAIR AND AGONY ON ME:

GLOOM, DESPAIR AND AGONY ON ME:

Gloom, despair, and agony on me

Deep, dark depression, excessive misery

If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all

Gloom, despair, and agony on me

We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt

And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts

‘Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared

How was we to know they meant the way she was built

Gloom, despair, and agony on me

Deep, dark depression, excessive misery

If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all

Gloom, despair, and agony on me

BY: Buck Owens & Roy Clark

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