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Lyrics:
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 follering me
they start pouring out da bad liquor it were running down the street instead of running down my throat it be running underneath my feet
oh unlucky how unlucky how unlucky can a poor girl be seem like every where i go po-leece is follering me
intrumental with these thrown in 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 whoaaaaoh
how unlucky how unluck can a poor girl be
seem like every where i go the fbi is follering me
ohhhh get in there baby (harp solos here) ohhhh make me feel it make me feel it pour another drink of that good liquor ahhhhh 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 every where i go you know the fbi is follering me
the old folks told me drinking was killing poor me but i told the old folks i cain't he'p 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 follering me whoa yeah whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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