B.B. King - How Many More Years

How Many More Years,
have I got to let you dog me around
How many more years,
have I got to let you dog me around
I'd soon rather be dead,
sleeping six feet in the ground

I'm gonna fall on my knees,
I'm gonna raise up my right hand
I'm gonna fall on my knees,
I'm gonna raise up my right hand
Say I'd feel much better darling,
if you'd just only understand

I'm going upstairs,
I'm gonna bring back down my clothes
I'm going upstairs,
I'm gonna bring back down my clothes,
If anybody ask about me,
just tell'em I walked out on