Bad Luck

作詞：Sam Ling, Jules Taub     作曲：Sam Ling, Jules Taub

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