B.B. King - Bad Breaks Lyrics
Oh, I wish I was single, cause my woman, she drives me madI wish I was single, cause my woman, she drives me madYes, shes always accusing me of someone of someone I aint never hadLast night I felt lucky but my luck was running slowThe last hand I caught four aces and the police broke down the doorI said, lord, lord, what can a poor boy do?Its tough when you cant make no money,Seems like all the bad breaks come to youGot home this morning, she was looking kind-a funnyShe said, dont come in here daddy, unless you got some moneyI said, lord, lord, what can a poor boy do?Its tough when you cant make no money,Seems like all the bad breaks come to youI asked my woman for some dinner, she looked at me like a foolShe said, Im playing checkers, daddy, and I think its your time to moveI said, lord, lord, what can a poor boy do?Its tough when you cant make no money,Seems like all the bad breaks come to you