Strike Blues

Lyrics
Oh Lord, oh Lord, baby What in the world gonna become of me? I don't know, I don't know, baby Lord, Lord, Lord What in the world gonna 'come of me? These hard times, hard times, baby 'Bout to get the best of me You know poor Chrysler, God knows Been under for ninety days already Was one thing, now people Lord, I sure can't understand at all What in the world gonna become of me? This doggone strike soon It's gon' become over, people God knows my life can't last any longer I go to the welfare This is what the welfare said "Looka here now, man, one type of beans And one can of tripe" I said, "No" God know that will never do If poor Chrysler soon won't end this strike God knows, God knows I don't know what I'm gonna do
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Credits
- Writers
- John Lee Hooker
- Bernard Besman