B.B. King Bad Breaks [1955] Lyrics

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, shes always accusing me of someone of someone I aint 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?
Its tough when you cant make no money,
Seems like all the bad breaks come to you

Got home this morning, she was looking kind-a funny
She said, dont come in here daddy, unless you got some money
I said, lord, lord, what can a poor boy do?
Its tough when you cant 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, Im playing checkers, daddy, and I think its your time to move
I said, lord, lord, what can a poor boy do?
Its tough when you cant make no money,
Seems like all the bad breaks come to you

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