Fed Up Songtext
von John Lee Hooker, Jr.
Fed Up Songtext
I went down to the public library
To return a couple of books
The lady said there was a message about me on the wall
And I went to have a bit of a look
It said I′m going through a separation
Someone saw me standing in the welfare line
Said my house is going through foreclosure
Because I'm four payments behind
About my head I won′t say
Who revealed such a thing
I didn't have to wipe for fingerprints
'Cause I, I knew where the evidence would be
It didn′t take a rocket science to figure out
Where the search should begin
Not with my mother, nor my sisters, nor my enemies
But with my, my so-called friends
Oh, I′m fed up this time
I'm fed up with funny style people
I′m fed up with so-called friends
I'm gonna move to another country
Then I′m gonna start all over again
Listen
I have a tendency of reaching out and touching people
Especially my family and my friends
It warms my heart to see the results of my giving
And if I could, I'd do it again
Listen
Sometimes I′m not always able
That's something they refuse to see
And when they ask me for another loan
And I'm not able to give it to ′em
You know what?
They quit speaking to me
Oh, this time I′m fed up with funny style people
I'm fed up with so-called friends
I′m gonna move to another country
Then I'm gonna start all over again
I got a phone call late one evening
From someone who I thought would be my friend
He said, "Johnny, I′m outdoors and I'm hungry"
And like a good guy, I took him in
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to months
You know, I trained him to become a manager in my company
And even my boss said, "Job well done"
You know, it warms my heart to be able to help my friends
Start a new life
One day, something fell out of his back pocket
And I read it, it was a love letter to my wife
Oh, this time I′m fed up with funny style people
I'm fed up with so-called friends
I'm gonna move to another country
Then I′m gonna start all over again
Oh, I′m gonna pack my things tonight
I'm gonna move
Think I might gonna go to Africa, yeah
Might go to Paris
Oh, might go to Germany
I′m gonna move
I'm on my last nerve
Going to China
Might go to Budapest
Sri Lanka
Oh, Sydney, Australia
Oh, tired of funny style people
I′m gonna move
Oh, I'm gonna move
Tired of funny style people
I′m gonna move to another country
Start all over again
Yeah
To return a couple of books
The lady said there was a message about me on the wall
And I went to have a bit of a look
It said I′m going through a separation
Someone saw me standing in the welfare line
Said my house is going through foreclosure
Because I'm four payments behind
About my head I won′t say
Who revealed such a thing
I didn't have to wipe for fingerprints
'Cause I, I knew where the evidence would be
It didn′t take a rocket science to figure out
Where the search should begin
Not with my mother, nor my sisters, nor my enemies
But with my, my so-called friends
Oh, I′m fed up this time
I'm fed up with funny style people
I′m fed up with so-called friends
I'm gonna move to another country
Then I′m gonna start all over again
Listen
I have a tendency of reaching out and touching people
Especially my family and my friends
It warms my heart to see the results of my giving
And if I could, I'd do it again
Listen
Sometimes I′m not always able
That's something they refuse to see
And when they ask me for another loan
And I'm not able to give it to ′em
You know what?
They quit speaking to me
Oh, this time I′m fed up with funny style people
I'm fed up with so-called friends
I′m gonna move to another country
Then I'm gonna start all over again
I got a phone call late one evening
From someone who I thought would be my friend
He said, "Johnny, I′m outdoors and I'm hungry"
And like a good guy, I took him in
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to months
You know, I trained him to become a manager in my company
And even my boss said, "Job well done"
You know, it warms my heart to be able to help my friends
Start a new life
One day, something fell out of his back pocket
And I read it, it was a love letter to my wife
Oh, this time I′m fed up with funny style people
I'm fed up with so-called friends
I'm gonna move to another country
Then I′m gonna start all over again
Oh, I′m gonna pack my things tonight
I'm gonna move
Think I might gonna go to Africa, yeah
Might go to Paris
Oh, might go to Germany
I′m gonna move
I'm on my last nerve
Going to China
Might go to Budapest
Sri Lanka
Oh, Sydney, Australia
Oh, tired of funny style people
I′m gonna move
Oh, I'm gonna move
Tired of funny style people
I′m gonna move to another country
Start all over again
Yeah
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