Bad Luck
B.B. King
Well, my bad luck is falling, falling down like rain Bad luck is falling, falling down like rain No matter what I do, seems like my luck won't never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces And the police broke down the door I said, Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do? Well, ain't it bad when you can't make no money Seems like all the bad breaks will come to you Yeah, I got home this morning She was looking kinda funny She said ""Don't come in, daddy Daddy, unless you got some money"" And I said, Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do? Well, ain't it tough when you can't make no money Without your woman turning her back on you Well now, I asked my woman for some dinner She looked at me like a fool She said, ""I'm playing checkers, daddy And I think it's your turn to move"" I said, oh, Lord, what can a poor boy do? Yes, it's bad when you can't make no money And your woman turns her back on youblues rlfav
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