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I believe I've got the pneumonia this time I'm aching all over believe I got the pneumonia this time And it's all on account of that low down gal of mone Slipping 'round that corner running up alleys too I went slipping 'round corners running up alleys too Watching my woman trying to see what she goin' do Sit down in the street one cold dark stormy night I sit down in the street one dark and stormy night Trying to see if my good gal going' make it home all right I believe she's found something that prob'ly made her fall She must did found something and I believe it made her fall I stood out in the cold all night and she didn't come home at all Well it's BVD's in the winter prowling 'round in the rain Wear BVD's in the winter prowling 'round in the rain Last night my baby gave me this pneumonia pain Now when I die bury me in a stetson hat Oh I say, when I die bury me in a stetson hat Tell my good gal I'm going, but I'm still a-standing pat |