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Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles
I've had just about every bad luck a man can have
In my moving around, I've played all over the world
And just about every town
Anywhere I play, they wanna know what I'm putting downThey [Incomprehensible]
They shot me at San Antone
You know they kicked me out of Kansas City
Lord, I wonder what did I do wrongOh, my house burned down in Boston
My wife left me in Maine
I broke both of my arms in Utah
While I catch me a fast freight trainOh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck
Keeps following me, won't let me beI asked bad luck this morning
"How long must I be your slave?"
He said, "I've left you in your cradle
I'm gonna ride you to your grave"Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck
Keeps following me, won't let me be
Oh, bad luck, oh, bad luck
Won't let me be, keeps following meI asked bad luck this morning

How long must I be your slave
He said, "I've left you in your cradle"
Boy, I'm gonna ride you to your grave"Hey, bad luck, oh, bad luck
Keeps following me, won't, let me be
Yeah, bad luck, oh, bad luck
Won't let me be, keeps following me

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Albert King (April 25, 1923 – December 21, 1992) was an American blues guitarist and singer. One of the "Three Kings of the Blues Guitar" (along with B.B. King and Freddie King), Albert King stood 6' 4", weighed 250 lbs and was known as "The Velvet Bulldozer". He was born Albert Nelson on a cotton plantation in Indianola, mississippi. During his childhood he would sing at a family gospel group at a church.

Read more about Albert King on Last.fm.


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