| Some people like to gamble,
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| But you, you always lose.
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| Some people like to rock n' roll,
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| You’re always singin' the blues.
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| You gotta nasty disposition,
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| No one really knows the reason why.
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| You gotta bad, bad reputation,
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| Gonna hang down your head and cry…
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| CHORUS: You got bad, bad luck.
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| Bad, bad luck. |
| REPEAT
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| Thirteen’s my luck number,
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| To you it means stay inside.
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| Black cat done crossed my path,
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| No reason to run and hide.
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| You’re looking through a cracked mirror,
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| No one really knows the reason why.
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| Your enemies are getting nearer,
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| Gonna hang down your head and cry…
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| REPEAT CHORUS
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| Some people go to church on sundays,
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| Others they pray at home.
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| You tell them that there ain’t no God,
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| That they’re better off standin' alone.
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| You’re always scratchin' at the eight ball,
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| No one really knows the reason why.
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| You do the job and then you fall,
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| Gonna hang down your head and cry…
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| REPEAT CHORUS X2:
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| Come on give it to me.
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| Bad, bad luck,
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| Bad, bad luck.
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| Go on get it. |