Full Moon And Empty Arms (78 rpm Version)

Full Moon and Empty Arms - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

Black cats creep across my path

Until I'm almost mad

I must have roused the devils wrath

Cause all my luck is bad

I make a date for golf and you can bet your life it rains

I try to give a party but the guy upstairs complains

I guess I'll go thru life just catching colds and missing trains

Everything happens to me

I never miss a thing I've had measles and the mumps

And every time I play my ace my partner always trumps

I guess I'm just a fool who never looks before he jumps

Everything happens to me

At first my heart thought you could break this jinx for me

That love would turn the trick to end despair

But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me

So I've mortgaged all my castles in the air

I telegraphed and phoned sent an Air Mail Special too

You answer was goodbye there was even postage due

I fell in love just once and then it had to be with you

Everything happens to me

I've never drawn a sweepstake or a bank night at a show

I thought perhaps this time I'd won but Lady Luck said no

And though it breaks my heart I'm not surprised to see you go

Everything happens to me

Everything happens to me