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| B.B. King Miscellaneous Bad Breaks 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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