I Like Dropping Into A Small Club

Like You And Your Woman Ain't Gettin' Along And You're In Love. You Can't Sleep At Nights. Your Mind Is On Her - On Whatever. You Know, That's The Blues. You Can't Hug That Money At Night. You Can't Kiss It.

I Been Doing The Same Things As In My Younger Days, When I Was Coming Up, And Now Here I Am, An Old Man, Up There In The Charts. And I Say, Well, What Happened? Have They Just Thought Up The Real John Lee Hooker, Is That It? And I Think, Well, I Won't Tell Nobody Else! I Can't Help But Wonder What Happened.

My Style Is All To Myself.

It Don't Take Me No Three Days To Record No Album.

It's Never Hard To Sing The Blues. Everyone In The World Has The Blues . . .