Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unlucky Girl , by - Big Mama Thornton. Song from the album Ball n' Chain, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 31.12.1988
Record label: Smithsonian Folkways
Song language: English
Unlucky Girl |
| I went down to Blake Street |
| To get a glass of gin |
| Before I drank my gin |
| The FBI walked in How unlucky |
| How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me The start pouring out the bad liquor |
| It were running down the street |
| Instead of running down my throat |
| It be running underneath my feet |
| How unlucky |
| How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go Police is following me |
| (Instrumental break) |
| Whoa, oh leave me alone |
| Oh, one more drink of gin will do it, baby |
| I don’t mind going to jail |
| But I didn’t taste my gin |
| It seem like to me every time I want to drink |
| Back to jail again |
| Whoa |
| How unlucky |
| How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me Oh, get in there baby |
| (Harp solo) |
| Oh, make me feel it Make me feel it Pour another drink of that good liquor |
| Ah, that’s what I’m talking about |
| Look like to me the jail |
| Gonna be my home |
| When the police see me, |
| Back to jail I go How unlucky |
| How unlucky can a poor girl be I say seem like everywhere I go You know the FBI is following me The old folks told me drinking |
| Was killing poor me But I told the old folks I cain’t help it Whiskey won’t let me be How unlucky |
| How unlucky can a poor girl be I got to keep on drinking my gin |
| But the FBI is following me Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |