Guitar Slim - Going Down Slow

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