Knocking at Your Door - Elmore James & His Broom Dusters

I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»

I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»

Well, it must have been my best friend

And I don’t live here no more

Well, I woke up this morning

About fifteen after two

Well, I woke up this morning

About fifteen after two

Well, I thought about my baby

I got damn old lonesome blues

Alright

She used to cook my breakfast

And feed me in the bed

She used to wash my face

And even comb my hair

I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»

I said, «baby who’s that, knocking at your door»

Well, it must have been my best friend

And I don’t live here no more