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