Bad Luck Blues-Albert King

Bad Luck (AK) - Albert King Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles I've had just about every bad luck a man can have In my moving around, I've played all over the world And just about every town Anywhere I play, they wanna know what I'm putting down They [Incomprehensible] They shot me at San Antone You know they kicked me out of Kansas City Lord, I wonder what did I do wrong Oh, my house burned down in Boston My wife left me in Maine I broke both of my arms in Utah While I catch me a fast freight train Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be I asked bad luck this morning "How long must I be your slave?" He said, "I've left you in your cradle I'm gonna ride you to your grave" Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck Keeps following me, won't let me be Oh, bad luck, oh, bad luck Won't let me be, keeps following me I asked bad luck this morning How long must I be your slave He said, "I've left you in your cradle" Boy, I'm gonna ride you to your grave" Hey, bad luck, oh, bad luck Keeps following me, won't, let me be Yeah, bad luck, oh, bad luck Won't let me be, keeps following me