Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Victim , by - B.B. King. Song from the album There Must Be A Better World Somewhere, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 31.12.1980
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
The Victim |
| I was born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| Born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| Ever since I was old enough to be one |
| I’ve been the victim of every woman I meet |
| Every time I meet a pretty girl |
| I lose my self control |
| Bad enough to lose your self control |
| But every time you lose your bankroll |
| Born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| Ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| I tell you the girls have been fussing over me |
| Country girls are slick |
| City girls are slicker |
| And the way they keep on slicking me |
| They keep getting me sicker and sicker and sicker and sicker |
| I was born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| And ever since I was old enough to be one |
| I’ve been the victim of every woman I meet |
| I was born in the country |
| Said I was raised in a ghetto street |
| I was born in the country |
| Said I was raised in a ghetto street |
| And ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| I tell you the women have been trying to make a fool out of me |
| Every time I meet a pretty girl |
| I lose my self control |
| Bad enough to lose your self control |
| But every time you lose your bankroll |
| Born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| And ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| I tell you I’ve been the victim of every woman I meet |
| Country girls are slick |
| City girls are slicker |
| The way they keep on slicking me |
| They keep getting me sicker and sicker and sicker |
| Born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| Ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| I’ve been the victim of every woman I meet |
| Got a room in a third floor walk up |
| Landlady flung herself at me |
| Couldn’t pay my rent for three months |
| And she said «Go man go back to be free!» |
| Born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| Ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| I’ve been the victim of every woman I meet |
| Cold outside |
| The ground was covered with snow |
| But she threw me and my trunk out the window |
| And she hollared «Look out! |
| Victim falling below!» |
| Yes, born in the country |
| Raised in a ghetto street |
| And ever since I’ve been old enough to be one |
| Women have been trying to make a fool out of me |