was turned toward me Like a platter made of gold My death, it almost bored me So often was it told And I cried `Mercy' I cried mercy on me Cryind `Mercy' Have mercy
mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy
mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals A meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood And the mercy
Yo me pare en el agua En el mes mas crudo del invierno La piel de mi camello torturaba Estaba en mi estado natural El viento, senor, era desagradable
my knees Mercy Have mercy on me And I dropped down on my knees Crying mercy Hey, mercy, mercy And I dropped down on my knees Crying mercy Oh have mercy Have mercy
, Both night and day. The poor people was worried. Didn't have no place to go. Could hear may people, cryin' "Lord!" Have mercy!" 'Cause you're the only
had not got so very far Till looking around and around, He stooping down picked up a stick And knocks little Flora down. She fell upon her bended knees, For mercy
, praise him The mighty wave their hankies from their high-windowed palace Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses And we search high and low without mercy
(John Lee Hooker 1959) A song which was a likely inspiration for Tupelo. Nick's song is also available. Tupelo Blues - John Lee Hooker (3:23) (from