Sick Bed Blues

Layin' sick, honey, on my bed I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead In awful pain and deep in misery Awful pain and deep in misery Awful pain and deep in misery I ain't got nobody to come and see about me And every dog, baby, got a day And every dog, baby, got a day Every dog, baby, got a day But I said, "Please, don't you treat me this-a way" The doctor came, lookin' very sad The doctor came, lookin' very sad The doctor came, lookin' very sad He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad He walked away, mumblin' very low He said, "He may get better but he'll never get well no more I hollered, "Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord I been so badly misused and treated just like a dog" I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride I got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride Now it's a thousand people standin' at my bedside You take a stone, you can bruise my bone You take stone and you can bruise my bone You take a stone and you can bruise my bone But you sure gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone I been on the ocean, I been across the sea Been on the ocean, I been across the sea Been on the ocean, I been across the sea I ain't found nobody would feel my sympathy

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