Letra Bad Breaks de B.b. King original
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