Oh, I wish I was single, 'cause my woman, she drives me mad I wish I was single, 'cause my woman, she drives me mad Yes, she's always accusing me of someone of someone I ain't never had
Last night I felt lucky but 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?" It's tough when you can't make no money, seems like all the bad breaks come to you
Got home this morning, she was looking kind-a funny She said, "Don't come in here daddy, unless you got some money" I said, "Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do?" It's tough when you can't make no money, seems like all the bad breaks come to you
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 time to move" I said, "Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do?" It's tough when you can't make no money, seems like all the bad breaks come to you Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
