Goin' Down Slow - Bobby Bland

I’ve had my fun

If I don’t get well no more

I said I’ve had my fun

If I never get well no more

Said, my head is

Feeling kind of funny

Lord, and I’m going down slow

Somebody please write my mother

Tell her the shape I’m in, Lord

Somebody please write my mother

Tell her the shape I’m in

Tell her to pray for me

And to forgive me

For all of my sins

I’m on the next train South

You can look for my clothes home

I’m on next train South

Tell em, you can look

For my clothes home

Said if you don’t see my body

All you can do is moan

If you see my father

Tell him not to waste no tears

Lord, if you see my father

Tell him not to waste no tears

Cause I’ve been living

So fast and reckless

Lord, it shortened my years

Said I’ve had my fun, y’all

If I, if I don’t get well no more

Said I’ve had my fun

If I never get well no more

Said my, my, my

Health is failing me

Said I’m going down, down slow

(Leaving on the next train)

(Going down slow)

(Said I’m leaving on the next train)

(Going down slow)

(Going down, going down slow)

(Leaving on the next train)

(Going down slow)

(Said I’m leaving on the next train)

(Going down slow)

(Going down, going down slow)…