Bad Luck

Some people like to gamble
 But you, you always lose
 Some people like to rock and roll
 You're always singing the blues
 You got a nasty disposition
 No one really knows the reason why
 You got a bad, bad reputation
 Gonna hang down your head and cry
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
 Thirteen's my lucky number
 To you it means stay inside
 Black cat done crossed my path
 No reason to run and hide
 You're looking through a cracked mirror
 No one really knows the reason why
 Your enemies are getting nearer
 Gonna hang down your head and cry
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
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 Some people go to church on Sundays
 Others, they pray at home
 You tell them that there ain't no God
 That they're better off standing alone
 You're always scratching at the eight-ball
 No one really knows the reason why
 You get to the top and then you fall
 Gonna hang your head down and cry
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck
 You got bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck (come on, give it to me)
 Bad, bad luck
 Bad, bad luck (come on, get it)