B.b. King - Bad Breaks
Oh, I Wish I Was Single, `cause My Woman, She Drives Me Mad
I Wish I Was Single, `cause My Woman, She Drives Me Mad
Yes, She`s Always Accusing Me Of Someone Of Someone I Ain`t Never Had
Last Night I Felt Lucky But 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?`
It`s Tough When You Can`t Make No Money,
Seems Like All The Bad Breaks Come To You
Got Home This Morning, She Was Looking Kind-a Funny
She Said, `don`t Come In Here Daddy, Unless You Got Some Money`
I Said, `lord, Lord, What Can A Poor Boy Do?`
It`s Tough When You Can`t Make No Money,
Seems Like All The Bad Breaks Come To You
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 Time To Move`
I Said, `lord, Lord, What Can A Poor Boy Do?`
It`s Tough When You Can`t Make No Money,
Seems Like All The Bad Breaks Come To You
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