| Achin' all over, b’lieve I got the pneumonia this time
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| Achin' all over, I b’lieve I got the pneumonia this time
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| An' it’s all on account of that low-down gal of mine
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| Yeah
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| Slippin' round the corners, runnin' up alleys too
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| Slippin' round the corners, runnin' up alleys too
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| Tryin' to find my woman, see what in the world she goin' do
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| Wearin' B.V.D.'s in the winter, prowling 'round in the rain
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| Wearin' B.V.D.'s in the winter, prowling 'round in the rain
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| Runnin' down baby, give me this pneumonia pain
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| Sat out in the streets one cold, dark, stormy night
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| Sat out in the streets one cold, dark, stormy night
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| Trying to see if my good gal going to make it home all right
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| Must’ve found somethin', Lord have mercy it made her fall
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| I believe she found somethin', Lord have mercy it made her fall
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| I stayed out in the street all night and she didn’t come home at all
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| When I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
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| I said when I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
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| Tell my good gal I’m gone but I’m still up, standing pat |