Poco Medley: Hard Luck/Child's Claim to Fame/Pickin' up the Pieces Lyrics

Here it comes, another heartache
Bringing me pain and misery
Its peekin round the bend sayin
Hey my friend, sit down, and keep me company.
Always seems to me that
I make the biggest fool and tragedy.
Tellin you this time Im gonna stay in line,
No ones a-gonna bother me.
Think about the times, if you can, and Ill let you
Remember the rhymes that we talked when we were new.
I can recall the days when Id wake up
To find you beside me,
But you could have stayed
stead of takin off that way..

And I cant ever change it
Hard luck is all to blame.
If I try to rearrange it,
I wished I could, it aint no good
Why do things always turn out just the same?

Child's Claim to Fame
(Richie Furay)

Well there goes another day
Now I wonder why
You and I
Keep telling lies
I can't believe that what you say
'cause tomorrows lullaby
Can't passify
My lonesome crying
We'll make believe that's all you know
And to make lelieve is a game
A child's rein
You've changed your name
So sadly I watched the show
Sin watched you become
Truth is the shame
Yeah, too much pain

Pickin' up the Pieces

Well there's just a little bit of magic
In the country, music we're singin'
So let's begin
We're bringin' you back down home where the folks are happy
Sittin', pickin', and a-grinnin'
Casually, you and me
We'll pick up the pieces, uh huh

Somebody yelled out at me (hey!)
Country music and company kind of makes it
On a Sunday afternoon
Picnic lunches of yesterday
Should still have a place in your heart today
Think it over
'Cause we'll all be goin' home so soon