Bad Luck
by 
B.B. King 
Joe Josea 
recording of 1951-1957 
from 
RPM Hits 1951-1957 (ACE 712) 
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