Bad Breaks
by 
B.B. King 
Joe Josea 
recording of 19 
from , 
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