No Money, No Luck Blues-B.B. King

No Money, No Luck Blues - B.B. King Well My bad luck is falling, falling down like rain Bad luck is falling, falling down like rain No matter why I do, seems like my luck won't never change I felt kinda lucky 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? Well, ain't it bad when you can't make no money Seems like all the bad breaks will come to you Yeah, I got home this morning She was looking kinda funny She said, "Don't come in daddy Daddy, unless you got some money" And I said, Lord Lord, what can a poor boy do? Well, ain't it bad when you can't make no money Without your woman turning her back on you Well, now 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 turn to move I said, oh Lord, what can a poor boy do? Well, ain't it bad when you can't make no money And your woman turning her back on you