B.B. King - Bad Luck Lyrics
Well, my bad luck is fallingFalling down like rainBad luck is fallingFalling down like rainNo matter what I doSeems like my luck wont never changeI felt kinda luckyMy luck was running slowThe last hand I caught four acesAnd the police broke down the doorI said, lordLord, what can a poor boy do?Well, aint it bad when you cant make no moneySeems like all the bad breaks will come to youYeah, I got home this morningShe was looking kinda funnyShe said dont come in, daddyDaddy, unless you got some moneyAnd I said, lordLord, what can a poor boy do?Well, aint it tough when you cant make no moneyWithout your woman turning her back on youWell now, I asked my woman for some dinnerShe looked at me like a foolShe said, Im playing checkers, daddyAnd I think its your turn to moveI said, ohLord, what can a poor boy do?Yes, its bad when you cant make no moneyAnd your woman turns her back on you