Love that you gave me, lost the soul
Hide you on my heart
with a toy in the cold
Free and I, freezing outside, now I know
In a case of lonesomitis,
gotta let one know
Got the tears, drop pneumonia,
got the heartache arthritis
Baby I know in my heart,
I got lonesomitis
Give me a ride to Dallas,
I'll be in New Orleans on my own
I know they got some people down there
that will welcome me on home
You can call me on the phone,
baby when you're home alone
Well, I won't tell you I'm
leavin' right now
That if I tell you when I will be gone
I got teardrop pneumonia
I got the heartache arthritis
I got soul -searching symptoms
Baby, they call it lonesome
arthritis
If you take me down to New Orleans,
baby, you won't have to
feed me there
They've got some people
who don't mind givin'
me food and money
But now I'm in despair
Somebody got soul enough
to treat me right
Now when I'm down and out
I won't tell you I got to go
Because it's been years in here on out
And I got teardrop pneumonia
And a heartache of arthritis
I got soul searching symptoms
Of a lonesome mind
Now if you ride me down to New Orleans
I'll walk you home down there
All I need is a little help from your mama
I need a ride just for myself
Take a step up by the boys in the beach
Tell them stuff about the moonlight
and the trees
All I need is a little lickin' and jazzin'
Gonna give it just what I please
I've got the tear -drive pneumonia
Got the heartache arthritis
I got a soul -searching symptom,
baby, of a lonesome mind