Bad Breaks

B.B. King

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    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

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    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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    Composition: Riley King and Jules Taub

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