B. B. King - Bad break(43 visits)

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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