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

Whoa oh leave me alone

Oh

One more drink of gin will do it

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

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