B.b. King - Bad Luck
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
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