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