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 youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
