No Shoes

No food on my table and no shoes to go on my feet
No food on my table let me tell you that I got no shoes to go on my feet
Lord have mercy with my children they've got no place to call their own

Hard time seems to be like a jailhouse day
Hard time seems to be like a jailhouse day
If someone would help me please maybe I wanna be free any longer

No shoes on my feet let me tell you that I got no food on my table to eat
No shoes on my feet and I got no food on my table to eat
If someone would help me please I guess I wanna be free any longer
Hear me moaning baby



Credits
Writer(s): John Lee Hooker
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