John Lee Hooker — Lucille

Lucille, ya don't do your sister's will Well, Lucille, ya don't do your sister's will You ran off and marry, but I love you still Lucille, baby, satisfy my soul Lucille, baby, satisfy my soul Love me, love me, baby, love me 'fore I grow old Woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight Asked her friends about her; all their lips was tight Lucille, baby, satisfy my soul Love me, love me, baby, love me 'fore I grow too old Woke up this morning, Lucille was not in sight Asked her friends about her; all their lips was tight Lucille, baby, satisfy my soul Love me, love me, mama, love me 'fore I grow too old Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart Oh, Lucille, baby, satisfy my heart I'm beggin' to ya, baby; think about a wonderful start