Hard Life of Ivan MacRae

Destined to be the next czar of a nation But he missed coronation when the car broke down Now he can't pay his taxes 'cause he run out of matches To light a dear candle to write it all down The lottery's full And it's two pounds a pull But he never can seem to make change And there's mad luck and bad luck And what I could've had luck And it's governed by blaggards In the hills far away And there's robbers and ruses And a thousand excuses For the hard life of Ivan MacCrae He can't pull the plow 'cause he don't have a cow But he knows of a grant that the state endows But he can't face the vicar without any liquor And he can't buy the liquor if he don't pull the plow So he sits by the window And watches the sun go And nobody mentions his name And there's mad luck and bad luck And what I could've had luck And it's governed by blaggards In the hills far away And there's robbers and ruses And a thousand excuses For the hard life of Ivan The hard life of Ivan MacCrae And there's mad luck and bad luck And what I could've had luck And it's governed by blaggards In the hills far away And there's robbers and ruses And a thousand excuses For the hard life of Ivan The hard life of Ivan The hard life of Ivan MacCrae

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