B.B. King - Bad breaks Lyrics
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- Bad breaks Lyrics
Album: 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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