Some people like to gamble,
But you, you always lose
Some people like to rock 'n' roll,
you're always singin' the blues
You gotta nasty disposition,
No one really knows the reason why,
You gotta bad, bad reputation,
Gonna hang your head down and cry
chorus:
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 gettin' nearer,
Gonna hang down your head and cry
chorus:
You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
You got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
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 standin' alone
You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,
No one really knows the reason why
You get to the top and then you fall,
Gonna hang down your head and cry