Lord,
Lord, I got the sickness blues.
Must have done something wrong.
Lord,
Lord, I got the sickness blues. I must
have done something wrong.
There ain't no lord to call on,
now my youth is gone
Sickness blues,
don't wanna fuck no more
Yeah, sickness blues,
can't get it up no more
Tears come in my eyes,
feel like an old tired
I went to see the doctor,
he shot me with poison germs
Went to see the doctor,
he shot me with poison germs
I got out of the hospital,
my head was full of worms
All I can think is death, father's getting old
All I can think is death, father's getting old
He can't walk half a block,
his feet feel cold I went down to
Santa
Fe, take vacation there
Indians sellin' turquoise in
Toby huts in
Taos
Pueblo
Square
Got a headache in
La
Fonda, I could get sick anywhere
Must be my bad karma
Fuckin' those pretty boys
Hungry ghosts chasin' me
Because I've been chasin' joys
Lying here in bed alone,
playing with my toys I must have been doing something wrong, eating cigarettes
Bow down before my
Lord, 100 ,000 regrets
All my poems down in hell,
that's what pride
Begets
Sick and angry
Lied in my hospital bed
Doctor doctor bring morphine
before I'm totally dead
Sick and angry at the national universe
Oh, my achin' head
Someday I'm gonna get outta here
Go somewhere alone
Yeah, I'm gonna leave this town
With the noise of a rattlin' bow
I got the sickness blues,
you'll miss me when I'm gone.