Sickbed Blues Lyrics - Hard Time Killing Floor Blues - Skip James

Layin' sick, honey, on my bed 

I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed 

I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed 

I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead 

In awful pain and deep in misery 

Awful pain and deep in misery 

Awful pain and deep in misery 

I ain't got nobody to come and see about me 

And every dog, baby, got a day 

And every dog, baby, got a day 

Every dog, baby, got a day 

But I said, "Please, don't you treat me this-a way" 

The doctor came, lookin' very sad 

The doctor came, lookin' very sad 

The doctor came, lookin' very sad 

He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad 

He walked away, mumblin' very low 

He said, "He may get better but he'll never get well no more 

I hollered, "Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lordy, Lord 

Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord 

I been so badly misused and treated just like a dog" 

I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride 

I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride 

I got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride 

Now it's a thousand people standin' at my bedside 

You take a stone, you can bruise my bone 

You take stone and you can bruise my bone 

You take a stone and you can bruise my bone 

But you sure gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone 

I been on the ocean, I been across the sea 

Been on the ocean, I been across the sea 

Been on the ocean, I been across the sea 

I ain't found nobody would feel my sympathy