| | Bad Breaks Lyrics Artist(Band):B.B. King
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 If you find some error in Bad Breaks Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Bad Breaks The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "B.B. King" Music | |
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