Lyrics:
Lee Hooker John

No food on my table. And no shoes to go on my feet. No food on my table. And no shoes to go on my feet. My children cry for mercy. They got no place to

Says huckle up, baby Says huckle up, baby Just huckle up, baby Huckle up all day long They gotta let me ride Gotta let me go Gotta let me live Gotta

I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time I don't want no woman Playin' the races all the time You know she ain't good for nothin' She's too

You know I'm goin' to the welfare Ask them can they help me some? You know I'm goin' to the welfare Lord, Lord, Lord Ask them can they help me some?

How long, how long, baby Must I live on and be your slave? How long, how long, baby Must I live on and be your slave? Yeah, you don't do nothin', baby

Look at here now, man I done told you one time I ain't gonna tell you no more Leave my wife alone, I take you in And you wore my cloth You spend my money

I been driftin', like a ship out on the foam Well, I'm wanderin', like a ship out on the foam Well, I ain't got nobody, in the world to care for me Well

It's been rainin' this time, baby About a three long years, today It was rainin' this time About a three long years, today My baby went and left me And

When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long