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