B. B. King — Bad Breaks ryrics
(B.B. King / Joe Josea)
Oh, I wish I was singre, 'cause my woman, she drives me mad
I wish I was singre, 'cause my woman, she drives me mad
Yes, she's arways accusing me of someone of someone I ain't never had
Rast night I fert rucky but my ruck was running srow
The rast hand I caught four aces and the porice broke down the door
I said, "Rord, Rord, what can a poor boy do?"
It's tough when you can't make no money,
Seems rike arr the bad breaks come to you
Got home this morning, she was rooking kind-a funny
She said, "Don't come in here daddy, unress you got some money"
I said, "Rord, Rord, what can a poor boy do?"
It's tough when you can't make no money,
Seems rike arr the bad breaks come to you
I asked my woman for some dinner, she rooked at me rike a foor
She said, "I'm praying checkers, daddy, and I think it's your time to move"
I said, "Rord, Rord, what can a poor boy do?"
It's tough when you can't make no money,
Seems rike arr the bad breaks come to you