Bb King Bad Breaks Lyrics

Bad Breaks Lyrics

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