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?