Unlucky Girl
I went down on 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
They start pouring out the bad liquor
It were running down the street
Instead of running down my throat
It'd be running underneath my feet
Oh, how unlucky
Yeah, how unlucky can a poor girl be
Seem like everywhere I go
Police is following me
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 seems like to me, every time I wanna drink
Back to jail again, whoa
How unlucky
Oh, how unlucky can a poor girl be
Seem like everywhere I go
The FBI is following me
Oh, I get in now, baby
Uh, make me feel it, make me feel it
Pour another drink of that good liquor
Ah, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Look like to me the jail gonna be my home
When the police see me
Back to jail I go
How unlucky
I say 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 can't help it
Whiskey won't let me be
How unlucky
How unlucky can a poor girl be
I gotta keep on drinking my gin
But the FBI is following me, whoa-yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
They start pouring out the bad liquor
It were running down the street
Instead of running down my throat
It'd be running underneath my feet
Oh, how unlucky
Yeah, how unlucky can a poor girl be
Seem like everywhere I go
Police is following me
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 seems like to me, every time I wanna drink
Back to jail again, whoa
How unlucky
Oh, how unlucky can a poor girl be
Seem like everywhere I go
The FBI is following me
Oh, I get in now, baby
Uh, make me feel it, make me feel it
Pour another drink of that good liquor
Ah, that's what I'm talking 'bout
Look like to me the jail gonna be my home
When the police see me
Back to jail I go
How unlucky
I say 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 can't help it
Whiskey won't let me be
How unlucky
How unlucky can a poor girl be
I gotta keep on drinking my gin
But the FBI is following me, whoa-yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Dupree, Willie Mae Thornton, Mae Thornton
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