THE UNLUCKIEST KID by Stan C. Countz

He was born in Sixty Seven and he loved his Tonka truck

Rode his “Big Wheel” up and down the street

At four his daddy left him to become a ‘bronkin’ buck’

The unluckiest kid I ever did meet

Wanted someone to play frizbee n ‘hide n seek’

At nine he got in trouble for burnin’ down a fence

Started runnin’ thick with bums ‘n thugs ‘n thieves

Lived in shacks n flats and hovels, they could barely pay the rent

Learned the truth about the birds and the bees

They said the fruit don’t fall far from the tree

CHORUS

But he never stopped dreamin’ even when down on his luck

Somehow he always seemed to land on his feet

I can see that little tike with his trusty Tonka truck

Today I thought I saw him right in front of me

The unluckiest kid I ever did meet

Got caught with a stolen bike, then he pulled a switchblade knife

Spent most of his early life locked behind bars

When he finally got out, he shot off his big mouth

Got shot in a fight with a biker and a narc

Fell hard for a guard named Marge who scarred his heart

Thought he’d made it through the blizzards, the squalls and the storms

So he thought he’d catch up on all he’d missed

He hadn’t seen his kids since the day that they were born

Wished he’d been there when his son went to enlist

Missed the day his daughter got her first kiss

He walked into the party, but his heart was ripped and torn

Hadn’t thought to bring a card or a gift

They hardly recognized him; he looked haggard and forlorn

Like a man abandoning ship; he was tired of all the lies and the tricks

Never thought that it might come down to this…

CHORUS

But he never stopped dreamin’ even when down on his luck

Somehow he always seemed to land on his feet

I can see that little tot with his trusty Tonka truck

Today I thought I saw him walkin’ down the street

The unluckiest kid I ever did meet

He landed back in jail; he couldn’t make his bail

He got nailed because he failed to pay his debts

While he was in the pen, he made a few new friends

Made a mill’ sellin’ pills on the internet

The unluckiest kid I bet I’ve ever met

Once he made his first mill, he stayed in it for the thrill

In fact, he still has the first bill he made

Bought a big honkin’ truck and his first bronkin’ buck

And still spells luck W-O-R-K

Loves his truck, his horse and, of course, the USA

CHORUS

Because he never stopped dreamin’ even when down on his luck

Somehow he always seemed to land on his feet

He was still that little kid with his trusty Tonka truck

I thought I saw him in the middle of the street

That little kid did look a little bit like me…