Hard enough sometimes just to get to sleep Then the telephone wakes you up with a ring Party on the line dialed the number wrong You call him everything Or you're in your car in the wilderness When the motor fails miles from anywhere You're the victim of little devil's tricks You know it just ain't fair But there's nothing you can do When the devil plays a trick on you Call it bad luck That's the way it goes When the mailman comes he will raise your hopes You go and check the box expecting a letter But there's nothing there but a bill you owe When will things ever get better? Or you're shooting all the film with the camera You never realized there was no film in Elevator's broken, so you climb the stairs To the top of the building There's anything you can do When the devil plays a trick on you It's a tough ol' world It makes you feel so low Dressing up in style so you look your best Then you step outside and it's pouring down with rain Or you spill some wine on a brand new shirt No way that you could loose that stain A drive to see your friends takes you two or three hours Then a neighbour says that your man's out of town Little things like this add up every day Devil's trying hard to bring you down There is nothing you can do When the devil plays a trick on you Call it bad luck That's the blues