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 pat
