I was born with a bad luck hand That's one thing I just can't stand
Whenever I feel down and low
My B.L.H. picks up the phone
I hear my baby call my name
But to me the blues still sounds the same
I drive a beat-up car and you, you ride a cadillac
That's all right with me, as long as you're coming back.
I went out to a Blackjack game
In a place where people know my name
I needed cash so 1 tried my luck
But I come home with a rubber duck
I'm flat broke and busted You, you spend your dough at will I keep wondering day and night How I'm gonna pay my bills.