Bad Luck Blues - Otis Rush

Hey, I wanna tell you about my troubles

I’ve had just about every bad luck a man can have

In my moving around, I’ve played all over the world

And just about every town

Anywhere I play, they wanna know what I’m putting down

They

They shot me at San Antone

You know they kicked me out of Kansas City

Lord, I wonder what did I do wrong

Oh, my house burned down in Boston

My wife left me in Maine

I broke both of my arms in Utah

While I catch me a fast freight train

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck

Keeps following me, won’t let me be

I asked bad luck this morning

«How long must I be your slave?»

He said, «I've left you in your cradle

I’m gonna ride you to your grave»

Oh, bad luck, yeah, bad luck

Keeps following me, won’t let me be

Oh, bad luck, oh, bad luck

Won’t let me be, keeps following me

I asked bad luck this morning

How long must I be your slave

He said, «I've left you in your cradle»

Boy, I’m gonna ride you to your grave"

Hey, bad luck, oh, bad luck

Keeps following me, won’t, let me be

Yeah, bad luck, oh, bad luck

Won’t let me be, keeps following me