December 0

Blog Archive

Thu, 24.09.2009

BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN by Albert King.

Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck
You know I wouldn’t have no luck at all

Hard luck and trouble
Been my only friend
I been out on my own
Ever since I was ten
Born under a bad sign
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck
You know I wouldn’t have no luck at all

I can’t read,
I didn’t learn how to write
My whole life has been
One long fight
Born under a bad sign
I’ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck
You know I wouldn’t have no luck at all

You know if wasn’t for

learn more

New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

Southern trees bearing a strange fruitBlood on the leaves and blood at the rootBlack bodies swinging in the Southern breezeStrange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of... STRANGE FRUIT by Abel Meeropol
Read More