Texty:
Mayall John

Looking back through the years Like I got myself a time machine Memories flood around me People and places where I've been I had the blues for the lost

It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time When you think you got good buddies

If I don't love you baby, grits ain't groceries, eggs ain't poultry, and Mona Lisa was a man. All around the world I'd rather be a fly and light on my

Baby it's no use, like yesterday's dreams That we were lovers now you're gone When you're alone, waiting by the phone Give me a call, I'll be there Baby

I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. Well, I feel like this when my baby can't be found

I'm your witchdoctor, got the evil eye Got the power of the devil, I'm the conjurer guy Gonna teach you love at the midnight hour Gonna feel you burning

, stick around A man I know found us out John Lee Hooker, he's the boogie king If you have music, hear it ring John Lee Boogie, king of the boogie John

Well I don't need you hangin' round my door Tryin' to drag me back down to the shore And I ain't gonna drink your dirty water no more Well I got wet from

You're gonna be mine, little girl You've been through 18 years of pain You're gonna be mine, little girl You've been through 18 years of pain I'm gonna