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Bad Luck - B.B. King



     
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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 wont never changeI felt kinda lucky, my luck was running slow
The last hand I caught four aces
And the police broke down the doorI said, "Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do?"
Well, aint it bad when you cant make no money
Seems like all the bad breaks will come to youYeah, I got home this morning
She was looking kinda funny
She said, dont come in, daddy
Daddy, unless you got some moneyAnd I said, "Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do?"
Well, aint it tough when you cant make no money
Without your woman turning her back on youWell now, I asked my woman for some dinner
She looked at me like a fool
She said, Im playing checkers, daddy
And I think its your turn to moveI said, "Oh, Lord, what can a poor boy do?"
Yes, its bad when you cant make no money
And your woman turns her back on you

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B. B. King (b. September 16, 1925 in Itta Bena, Mississippi) is a U.S. blues guitarist and songwriter. He is among the most respected electric guitarists; Rolling Stone magazine ranked him third in its list of the hundred greatest guitarists of all time. Born as Riley B. King, he began broadcasting his music live on a Memphis radio station called WDIA. At first, he used the name The Peptikon Boy on air, which later was changed to The Beale Street Blues Boy, and then further shortened to just Blues Boy or B.B.

Read more about B.B. King on Last.fm.


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