Achin's all over, believe I've got the pneumonia this time
I'm achin' all over, believe I've got the pneumonia this time
And it's all on account of that low-down gal of mine
Sneakin' 'round the corners, runnin' up alleys, too
I say, I'm sneakin' 'round corners and runnin' up alleys, too
Watchin' my woman, tryin' to see what she gon' do
Stood out in the street one cold, dark stormy night
I stood out in the street one dark and stormy night
Try and see if my good gal gon' make it home all right
I believe she's found something, that probably made her fall
She must've found something, and I believe it's made her fall
I've stood out in the cold all night and she didn't come home at all
Wearin' BVDs in the winter, prowlin' round in the rain
Wearin' BVDs in the winter and prowlin' round in the rain
Runnin' down my baby give me this pneumonia pain
Now, when I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
I say, when I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
Tell my good gal I'm gone, but I'm still a-standin' pat