Lyrics Unlucky Girl - Big Mama Thornton

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