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No Shoes

John Lee Hooker
Language: English



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 call your own.

Hard times, hard times
Hard times seems like they’re here to stay
Hard times, hard times
Hard times seems like they’re here to stay
If someone don't help me
And I just can't be around free much long.

No shoes on my feet
And no food to go on my table
Oh no, too sad
Children crying for bread.


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