By booker t jones and william bell

Born under a bad sign
I’ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck,
I wouldn’t have no luck at all

Bad luck and trouble’s my only friend
I’ve been down ever since I was ten

 [bad word] 

You know, wine and women is all I crave
big bad woman’s gonna carry me to my grave

 [bad word] 

First verse

Born under a bad sign
I’ve been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn’t for bad luck,
I wouldn’t have no luck
If it wasn’t for real bad luck,
I wouldn’t have no luck at all

Born under a bad sign
Born under a bad sign