Stop Giving People Hard Luck Stories

Stop giving people hard luck stories
They've got troubles of their own
Stop giving people hard luck stories

Three o'clock in the morning on the telephone
Talking about your boyfriend left you late
Last Friday night
And if he comes back you ain't gonna let him in
You want somebody to say it ain't right
So you can start crying all over again
Did it ever occur to you
That you and your bag of blues really ain't nothing new
That's all you ever do
You say let's chew the fat talking 'bout this and that
That stuff is old hat that ain't where it's at
Stop, stop it right now
It won't solve anything anyhow

Stop giving people hard luck stories
Can't you tell them something good for a change?
Stop giving people hard luck stories

You want to spread it all over the neighbourhood
You start off by saying don't get me wrong
The bad thing about it is you talk too long
And if my chance the talk leaks out
Lord, you come running with your mouth stuck out
Talking 'bout I thought I had a friend
One I could trust, trust within
Tell me where have you been?
Your gossip don't ever end
It's just a pitiful sound
Going around and around and around all over town
When will you put it down
Stop, stop it right now
It won't solve a thing anyhow

Stop giving people hard luck stories
They've got troubles of their own
Stop giving people hard luck stories
Calling up in the morning on the telephone

Why don't you look on the good side sometime baby
You give me bad vibrations all the time
Why don't you stop it, stop it baby
I get tired of hearing all the negative things
Don't bring me no more bad news
Tell me something good sometimes.