Bad Luck

Song Bad Luck
Artist B.B. King
Album Original Greatest Hits

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