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 wont 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, aint it bad when you cant 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, dont come in, daddy Daddy, unless you got some money
And I said, "Lord, Lord, what can a poor boy do?" Well, aint it tough when you cant 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, Im playing checkers, daddy And I think its your turn to move
I said, "Oh, Lord, what can a poor boy do?" Yes, its bad when you cant make no money And your woman turns her back on you