| 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 |