By booker t. jones and william bellBorn 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.ChorusYou know, wine and women is all I crave.A big bad woman’s gonna carry me to my grave.ChorusFirst verseBorn 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.
