Bad Luck

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