 Bad breaks lyrics ( B.b. king )   
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Artist : B.b. king
Song : 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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