Unlucky Girl - Big Mama Thornton

I went down to 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 The start pouring out the bad liquor

It were running down the street

Instead of running down my throat

It be running underneath my feet

How unlucky

How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go Police is following me

(Instrumental break)

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 seem like to me every time I want to drink

Back to jail again

Whoa

How unlucky

How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me Oh, get in there baby

(Harp solo)

Oh, make me feel it Make me feel it Pour another drink of that good liquor

Ah, that’s what I’m talking about

Look like to me the jail

Gonna be my home

When the police see me,

Back to jail I go How unlucky

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 cain’t help it Whiskey won’t let me be How unlucky

How unlucky can a poor girl be I got to keep on drinking my gin

But the FBI is following me Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah