Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Victim, artist - B.B. King. Album song There Must Be A Better World Somewhere, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 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 |