Goin’ Down Slow

I've had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I've had my fun if I don't ever get well no more
I know my health is failing me now
I know I'm goin' down slow

Won't somebody write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want somebody to writet my mother and tell her the shape I'm in
I want you tell her to pray for me
Ask her to forgive me for all my sins

Mother please don't send me no doctor
a doctor can't do me no good
I don't want you to send me no doctor now
a doctor just can't do me no good
Back when I was a young boy oh
I just didn't do the things I should

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