Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

It's the House Rent Boogie I come home last Friday, talk to the woman that I lost my job She says, don't confront me and so I have my rent next Friday And next Friday come, I didn't have the rent and out the door I went Come here now, y'all, right 'cross

Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

Everytime you see a woman Serve you right to be alone Milk, cream and alcohol It Serves You Right To Suffer 5:06 John John Lee Hooker Hooker (John John Lee Hooker Hooker) Album: The Best of (1965-74) Transcriber: [email protected] It serve you right to suffer Serve you right to

Boom, boom, boom, boom I'm gonna shoot you right down Knock you off of your feet And take you home with me Put you in my house Ow ow ow ow ow Hmm hmm hmm Hmm hmm hmm hmm

It's my own fault, darlin'--I made you treat me the way you do Oh, goodbye, baby; I know we may never meet again It's my own fault, darlin', that you treat me the way you do It's my own fault, darlin', caused you treat me the way you do When you left me,

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

Did you read about the flood? Happened long time ago In Tupelo, Mississippi There were thousands of lives It rained, it rained Both night and day The poor people was worried Didn't have no place to go

Well my mama she didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long, oh Lord Well my mama didn't 'low me, just to stay out all night long I didn't care what she didn't 'low, I would Boogie-woogie When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Hastings