I've had my fun if I don't get well no more
I've had my fun If I don't get well no more
My health is failing me, Lord I'm goin' down slow
Momma don't send no doctor, he can't do no good
Momma don't send no doctor, he can't do no good
It's all my fault momma, didn't do the things I should
I said, I want you to write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in
I want you to write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her pray for me, forgive me for all my sins
Next train south momma, look for my clothes home
Next train south, look for my clothes home
You don't see my body, all you can do is moan
Momma don't worry, this all in my prayers
Momma please don't worry, this all in my prayers
Your son is dead, gone off this world somewhere
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