Well, my bad luck is falling
Falling down like rain
Bad luck is falling
Falling down like rainNo 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 youYeah, 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 oh
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 youYeah
Oh, yeah
All rightWell 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
Songwriters
RILEY B. KING, JULES BIHARIPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group