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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #853
Peak in subgenre #122
Author
Words: Thom Weaver; Music: Bill Bly
Rights
1970 Thom Weaver & Bill Bly
Uploaded
July 03, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:04
Lyrics
I got a backache every mornin
& I think I'm goin blind
I got a hole up the side o' my head
That's gettin bigger all the time
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick & I think I'm gonna die!
O won't you baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby -- help me!
Well, I speak but I don't listen
& No one understands
I scream like a fever in motion
& I'm gettin shaky hands
I got a doctor wants my money
Or he says he won't gimme no cure
My friends they just look right through me
& my vision's beginnin to blur
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick & I think I'm gonna die!
O won't you baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby -- help me!
Well, I'm havin trouble sleepin
I'm drowsy all night long
I got downs they don't do nothin
There must be somethin wrong
I'll walk it off tomorrow
That's what I always say
But the sidewalks are disappearin
And the streets just give away
Doctor give me medicine
Doctor give me booze
Doctor give me anything
Only take away this blues!
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick
I'm gettin sick & I think I'm gonna die!
O won't you baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, baby -- ....
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