"Bad Luck" as written by Riley B. King and Jules Bihari....
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 oh
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

Yeah
Oh, yeah
All right

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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"Bad Luck" as written by Jules Bihari Riley B. King

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