Lyrics Details: 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 wonot 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, ainot it bad when you canot 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 Donot come in, daddy
Daddy, unless you got some money
And I said, Lord
Lord, what can a poor boy do?
Well, ainot it tough when you canot 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 am playing checkers, daddy
And I think it is your turn to move
I said, oh
Lord, what can a poor boy do?
Yes, it is bad when you canot make no money
And your woman turns her back on you