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