All my tired has gone away Sunday morning my head is bad Blue Monday, how I hate blue Monday Got me workin' like a dog all day Here comes Tuesday, oh hard Tuesday I'm so tired, I've got no time to play Look out Wednesday I'm beat to my bone My girl

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

Don't look back to the days of yesteryear, You cannot live on in the past, Don't look back. And I've known so many people That still try to live on in the past, Don't look back, oh no. And if I could call back all those days of yesteryear, I would never

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

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

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

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

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

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

Because I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den You know I'm a crawlin' king snake, baby, and I rules my den You know you caught me crawlin', baby, when the, when the grass was very high I'm just gonna keep on crawlin' now, baby, until the