You got bad, bad luck
You got bad, bad luck
Gonna hang down your head and cry
Black cat done crossed my path
You tell them that there ain't no God
You're always scratching at the eight ball
No reason to run and hide
No one really knows the reason why
Bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
You do the job and then you fall
Bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Come on give it to me
Bad, bad luck
That they're better off standing alone
You're looking through a cracked mirror
No one really knows the reason why
You got bad, bad luck
Some people like to rock n' roll
Your enemies are getting nearer
Others they pray at home
No one really knows the reason why
Bad, bad luck
You're always singing the blues
Gonna hang down your head and cry
Bad, bad luck
You got bad, bad luck
You gotta nasty disposition
Gonna hang down your head and cry
To you it means stay inside
You got bad, bad luck
Some people go to church on Sundays
You gotta bad, bad reputation
Thirteen's my lucky number
