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