| I had my fun if I don’t get well no more
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| I had my fun if I don’t get well no more
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| My health is failin' me, darling and lord I’m goin' down slow
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| Please write my mother, child, tell her the stape I’m in
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| Please write my mother, child, tell her the shape I’m in
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| Tell her the shape I’m in
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| Tell her, child and forgive me for my sin
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| Tell her don’t see no doctor
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| You know that the doctor can’t still do no good
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| Tell her don’t see no doctor
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| Because the doctor can’t do me no good
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| It’s all my fault, you know I can’t do the same the things I do
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| Now on the next train south mama
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| But Jesus’s my close home
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| On the next train down south, darling
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| But Jesus’s my close home
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| If you don’t see me body, all you can do is moan |