Lyrics: William Bell
Music: Booker T Jones
Played by the Healy-Treece Band in the early 1980s with Bill Kreutzmann on drums.
Chorus
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've been on my own
Ever since I was ten
[chorus]
I can't read
I didn't know how to write
My whole life has been
One big fight
[chorus]
You know, if it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck
I wouldn't have no luck at all
You know wine
And women is all I crave
A big legged woman
Gonna carry me to my grave
[chorus]
Yeah, I'm a bad luck boy
Been havin' bad luck all of my days