No Shoes

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on my feet And no food to go on my table Oh, no, too sad Children crying for bread --- No Shoes - John Lee Hooker