Runt of the litter ninth kid in a one room cabin the only thing worth havin’ was food for the day school ‘till fourth grade daddy’s main rule then into the cotton fields sharpen your tools daddy said cotton gonna kill that boy he look like a june bug out there Jack slapped down the sack record didn’t get paid any more but he didn’t do it for the money (uh huh ow ow huh uh huh Jack doin’ it right) one day time playin’ cards at ‘ol Moe’s Jack drew to the last dime half past nine game was ovah ‘cause he Slapped another jack on the barrel one mo’ time uh huh ow ow huh uh huh Some folks rather be lucky than good proud folks say the good are lucky Slap Jack was lucky to be good no job he couldn’t keep runnin’ knee deep in trouble and three hours uh sleep can’t play him can’t beat him folks say plenty work to go around but only Slap Jack gettin’ paid in ‘64 he moved to Chicago up from deep south got a job drivin’ a cab and feed little mouths one bad day one bad man thumbed a ride tried to rob Jack who locked his eyes Mr. Saturday night pointed right at his face nowhere to run and nothin’ to say but NO I DON’T THINK SO! The trigger clicked and no sound came the dude ran away down State Jack slapped the dash and drove away who’s gonna believe that!? (uh huh ow ow huh uh huh) Some folks rather be lucky than good proud folks say the good are lucky (mmm hmm) Slap Jack was lucky to be good (uh huh ow ow huh uh huh) no job he couldn’t keep runnin’ knee deep in trouble and three hours of sleep no job he couldn’t keep runnin’ knee deep in trouble and three hours of sleep no job he couldn’t keep runnin’ knee deep in trouble and three hours of sleep can’t play him can’t beat him plenty work to go around but only Slap Jack gettin’ paid Jack lived to 93 lotta folks tried to hustle him others paid him no mind but Slap Jack left a legacy a country mile wide
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