Bad Luck and Trouble - John Lee Hooker

Done lost everything, lost everything I had

Done lost everything, lost everything I had

And that thing I loose, I reckon to be my mind

Five years of torture, torturin' my soul

Five years of torture, heartache and misery

I’m fighting so hard, to hold on to my mind

Five years of torture, I can’t hold on this a-way

How much more, how much more, can one man stand?

Mmm, how much more can I stand?

This purgery

I crawled my low dirty shame

I caught four years there

When the police broke down the door

Mmm, I caught four years there

When the policeman broke down the door

I wonder how much more, how much more

Can one man stand?