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