John Lee Hooker - It Serves You Right To Suffer (1966) by John Lee Hooker (보컬) on maniadb.com

Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Show me
Show me
C'mon Gal
Shake it right now

W-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-H Yeah!
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake that thing

Me an' you
Me an' you
Nobody else would do
Nobody else but you
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
One time
One time for me
Now rock!

Ha-ha-ha
Shake that thing, Baby
One time for your Daddy
I love ya
You're cookin' when you jive
Honey, you're workin'
You've got the pots on
And the gas workin' high

One time for me
One time for me
One time for me
Shake Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake it Baby
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
Shake that thing
One time, Baby
One time
One time
One time
One time
One more time
One more
An' one more
An' one more
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
One more time
Just one more time
And, uh, one more time
Once again
One time
And one more time
And one more time
And one more time
One more time, Baby
Shake it Baby
One more time
For me
For me
For me
For me
For me
For me

I ain't nothin' but a country boy
Driftin' from town to town
I ain't nothin' but a country boy
Driftin' from town to town
Got no place, ooh yeah
To call my home
Sometime in travellin'
I travel when nights are blue
Sometime my night
My night so dark and blue
But I keep on travellin'
No place to lay my worried head

I'm just a country boy
Driftin' from town to town
Driftin' from town to town
I ain't got no place
To lay my worried head, baby

Sometime I lay down on the highway
I cry to take my rest
I hear a freight train howlin'
I drown my head and run
I'm just a country boy
Driftin' from town to town, have mercy

Now one night I was travellin'
I saw a light in the winter
I was so cold at night
And my clothes were soakin' wet
I walked on to the door
I knocked on the door

A little girl come to the door
She said, "Mister, what do you want"
I said, "It's cold outside, baby"
She looked at me and said
"Come on in, I wanna talk to you"

I got a brother who left home
He was twelve years old
Just like the prodigal son
I know you'd find him

Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me
Sugar mama, sugar mama, sugar mama please come back to me
Bring me my granulated sugar1, sugar mama, and try to ease my misery

You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too
You've got this new grade of sugar, sugar mama, an you done made me love it too
You've got this granulated sugar, sugar mama, ain't nobody else got, but you

They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, been braggin' all over town
They been braggin' 'bout your sugar, sugar mama, braggin' all over town
Now, the bootleggers2 want you to sell 'em enough to make whiskey,
but you won't sell 'em about four or five pounds

I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night
I like my coffee sweet in the mornin', you know, an I'm crazy 'bout my tea at night
Don't get my sugar three times a day, oh, Lord, then I don't feel right

(John Lee Hooker)

People I had a woman, she was nice and kind to me in ev'ry way
People I had a woman, she was nice and kind to me in ev'ry way
But Lord, she died and she left me, I sang the blues on ev'ry Decoration Day1

Lord, I hate to see, I hate to see my baby go
People I hate to see my baby leave that mornin',
And my Lord takin' my baby 'way
She said, "Johnny Lee, don't you worry,
Bring flowers on every Decoration Day"

I was 'round my baby's bedside, when my Lord takin' my baby, 'way
Lord, I was 'round my baby's bedside, when my Lord takin' my baby, 'way
It hurt me so bad, so bad, until I, just broke right down and cried
Hmm, hmm

She says, "Fare you well, I see you on every Decoration Day", I tol' them
I told my baby, I told my baby, "I bring flowers on every Decoration Day"
I bring you some flowers, babe, just to decorate your grave

People, y'all havin' a good time now, just like the flowers that comes in May
Y'all havin' a good time now, just like the flower that come in May
I think about Lou Della, Lou Della, Lou Della on every Decoration Day

Lou Della, Lou Della, Lou Della stays on my mind
Lou Della, Lou Della, people, boy
Lou Della stays on my mind
Lord, she died and she left me on one Decoration Day
Lord, Lou Della's gone and Lou Della's worryin' me

It serves you right to suffer
It serves you right to be alone
It serves you right to suffer
It serves you right to be alone

Because you're still livin the day done packed and gone

Everytime you see a woman
She makes you think of yours
Everytime you see a woman
She makes you think of yours

And that's why, thats why, thats why
You can't keep from crying

Your doctor put you on
Milk, cream, and alcohol
Your doctor put you on
Milk, cream, and alcohol

He told you that's why
you can't sleep at night
You're nerve is so bad, yeah

Every time you see a woman
She make you think of yours
Every time you see a woman
She make you think of yours

She treated you so bad
You just couldn't keep from crying
Your life will never be the same

You're still living in a day done packed and gone
And memories

You cant live on
In that way
In the past
Them days is gone