Letras:
Lee Hooker John Other

Hmm Baby Lee, please don't do me wrong Baby Lee, please don't do me wrong I love you gal, Always treat me wrong, Always treat me mean Baby Lee, please

Well, a nickel is a nickel, dime is a dime, House full-a chillun and now one's mine I gotta bundle up and go I gotta bundle up and go Well, you high

Cold chills, my baby makes cold chills go all over me Cold chills, cold chills goes all over me Ev'rytime I lay my hand on her brown body, cold chills

When I was down at the landing people, Lord, waiting with my head hung down Lord, I was down at the landing, with my head hung down I could see everybody

Crawlin' black spider baby, and I rules my den I'm a crawlin' black spider baby, and I rules my den Don't want you around my mate, want you'self for

Sittin' down here thinkin', I don't wanna go to Vietnam I'm sittin' down here thinkin', I don't wanna go to Vietnam I have all these troubles at home

I got the key to the highway, Dear Lord, I'm bound to go I'm gonna roam this highway, untill the day I die Yes, when the moon peep o'er the mountain

Hmm, how long, how long, baby must I live on babe and be your slave? Hmm, how long, how long, must I live on and be your slave? Yes, I bring home my

, down, down down,down) In the mood, baby, (no he didn't) I'm in the mood for some of your love (baby) I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood for love (oh, love, ah!) All right John Lee