John Lee Hooker Bad Luck And Trouble
Done lost everything, lost everything I had
Done lost everything, lost everything I had
And that thing I loose, I reckon to be my mind
Five years of torture, torturin' my soul
Five years of torture, heartache and misery
I'm fighting so hard, to hold on to my mind
Five years of torture, I can't hold on this a-way
How much more, how much more, can one man stand?
Mmm, how much more can I stand?
This purgery
I crawled my low dirty shame
I caught four years there
When the police broke down the door
Mmm, I caught four years there
When the policeman broke down the door
I wonder how much more, how much more
Can one man stand?
