Well, my bad luck is falling, falling down like rain   Bad luck is falling, falling down like rain   No matter what 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 tough 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?"   Yes, it?s bad when you can?t make no money   And your woman turns her back on you