Bad Luck

Some people like to gamble But you, you always lose Some people like to rock and roll You're always singing the blues You got a nasty disposition No one really knows the reason why You got a bad, bad reputation Gonna hang down your head and cry You got bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck You got bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck Thirteen's my lucky number To you it means stay inside Black cat done crossed my path No reason to run and hide You're looking through a cracked mirror No one really knows the reason why Your enemies are getting nearer Gonna hang down your head and cry 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 ain't no God That they're better off standing alone You're always scratching at the eight-ball No one really knows the reason why You get to the top and then you fall Gonna hang your head down and cry You got bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck You got bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck You got bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck (come on, give it to me) Bad, bad luck Bad, bad luck (come on, get it)