Unlucky Girl

I went down on Blake Street To get a glass of gin Before I drank my gin The FBI walked in How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me They start pouring out the bad liquor It were running down the street Instead of running down my throat It'd be running underneath my feet Oh, how unlucky Yeah, how unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go Police is following me Whoa-oh, leave me alone Oh, one more drink of gin will do it, baby I don't mind going to jail, but I didn't taste my gin It seems like to me, every time I wanna drink Back to jail again, whoa How unlucky Oh, how unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go The FBI is following me Oh, I get in now, baby Uh, make me feel it, make me feel it Pour another drink of that good liquor Ah, that's what I'm talking 'bout Look like to me the jail gonna be my home When the police see me Back to jail I go How unlucky I say how unlucky can a poor girl be I say seem like everywhere I go You know the FBI is following me The old folks told me drinking was killing poor me But I told the old folks I can't help it Whiskey won't let me be How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be I gotta keep on drinking my gin But the FBI is following me, whoa-yeah Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah