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 baby i dont mind going to jail but i didnt 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 thats what im 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 caint help it whiskey wont 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