It healed me Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm Hmm, oh Lord, Lord Hmm, hmm, hmm

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

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer I ain't seen my baby since night before last Gettin' high Knocked out And by the time Hey mister bartender, come here I want another drink and I want it now My baby, she gone, she been gone two night And then I sit

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

I done told you once What you done done Got my lovin' Got me on a bomb Babe, leave him alone Leave that man alone. Hey man, leave my wife alone! Ain't goin' to tell you no more Next time I see you

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'

I'm in the mood I'm in the mood for love I'm in the mood for love, Lord, Lord I'm in the mood for love, yes, I am I'm in the mood, in the mood Hooked on you, I say, hey Night time is the right time, be with the one you love But night, night come, baby

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

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna