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Hey, I wanna tell you about my troublesI've had just about every bad luck a man can haveIn my moving around, I've played all over the worldAnd just about every townAnywhere I play, they wanna know what I'm putting downThey [Incomprehensible]They shot me at San AntoneYou know they kicked me out of Kansas CityLord, I wonder what did I do wrongOh, my house burned down in BostonMy wife left me in MaineI broke both of my arms in UtahWhile I catch me a fast freight trainOh, bad luck, yeah, bad luckKeeps following me, won't let me beI asked bad luck this morning"How long must I be your slave?"He said, "I've left you in your cradleLetras de cancionesI'm gonna ride you to your grave"Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luckKeeps following me, won't let me beOh, bad luck, oh, bad luckWon't let me be, keeps following meI asked bad luck this morningHow long must I be your slaveHe said, "I've left you in your cradle"Boy, I'm gonna ride you to your grave"Hey, bad luck, oh, bad luckKeeps following me, won't, let me beYeah, bad luck, oh, bad luckWon't let me be, keeps following me
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"Bad Luck" as written by Riley B. King, Jules Bihari
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