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B.B. King - Bad Luck lyrics
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 you |
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