Pneumonia Blues - Johnny Winter

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