I'll Never Get Well No More
I watch the rain fall down, rain fall down
I believe I lose my mind
I watch the rain fall down, rain fall down
I believe I lose my mind
My bed feels like barbed wire
I'm caught in a double bind
Somebody please loan me a dime, loan me a dime
Well, I need, I need a helping hand
Somebody please loan me a dime, loan me a dime
I need a helping hand
It was all rigged in advance
Judge and jury already took their stand
Wish I was back in the city, back in the city
Won't somebody please take me there
Wish I was back in the city, back in the city
Somebody please take me there
Bail me out if you please
I'm falling into blank despair
Wish I could holler, wish I could holler
Just like, just like a mountain cat
Wish I could holler, wish I could holler
Just like, just like a mountain cat
Well, the doctor diagnosed my case
He said, "Poor boy, it's awful bad!"
I'm just too frail to walk, too frail to walk
I sup sorrow like the poor
I'm too frail to walk, too frail to walk
I sup sorrow like the poor
Oh, I might get better someday
But I'll never get well no more
Well, I might get better someday
But I'll never, I'll never, I'll never get well no more
I believe I lose my mind
I watch the rain fall down, rain fall down
I believe I lose my mind
My bed feels like barbed wire
I'm caught in a double bind
Somebody please loan me a dime, loan me a dime
Well, I need, I need a helping hand
Somebody please loan me a dime, loan me a dime
I need a helping hand
It was all rigged in advance
Judge and jury already took their stand
Wish I was back in the city, back in the city
Won't somebody please take me there
Wish I was back in the city, back in the city
Somebody please take me there
Bail me out if you please
I'm falling into blank despair
Wish I could holler, wish I could holler
Just like, just like a mountain cat
Wish I could holler, wish I could holler
Just like, just like a mountain cat
Well, the doctor diagnosed my case
He said, "Poor boy, it's awful bad!"
I'm just too frail to walk, too frail to walk
I sup sorrow like the poor
I'm too frail to walk, too frail to walk
I sup sorrow like the poor
Oh, I might get better someday
But I'll never get well no more
Well, I might get better someday
But I'll never, I'll never, I'll never get well no more
Credits
Writer(s): Bad Temper Joe
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Other Album Tracks
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- At the Villa
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- Bad Name (At the Villa)
- Girl Between Boxes b/w The Paperback Writer
- Glitter & Blues
- Christmas in Your Arms
- Two Trains (Runnin' Different Ways)
- Cold Feet
- Boots of Spanish Leather b/w From a Buick 6
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