Bad Luck

Some people like to gamble,
But you, you always lose.
Some people like to rock n roll, youre always singin the blues.
You gotta nasty disposition.
No one really knows the reason why,
You gotta bad bad reputation.
Gonna hang your head down and cry... chorus:
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad , bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
Thirteens my lucky number,
To you it means stay inside.
Black cat done crossed my path,
No reason to run and hide.
Youre looking through a cracked mirror.
No one really knows the reason why.
Your enemies are gettin nearer.
Gonna hang down your head and cry.... chorus:
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
You got bad, bad luck.
Bad, bad luck.
Some people go to church on
Sundays, others they pray at home.
You tell them that there aint no
God, that theyre better off standin alone.
Youre always scratchin at the eight ball,
No one really knows the reason why.
You get to the top and then you fall,
Gonna hang down your head and cry.