Lyrics:

Achin' all over, b'lieve I got the pneumonia this time
Achin' all over, I b'lieve I got the pneumonia this time
An' it's all on account of that low-down gal of mine

Yeah

Slippin' round the corners, runnin' up alleys too
Slippin' round the corners, runnin' up alleys too
Tryin' to find my woman, see what in the world she goin' do

Wearin' B.V.D.'s in the winter, prowling 'round in the rain
Wearin' B.V.D.'s in the winter, prowling 'round in the rain
Runnin' down baby, give me this pneumonia pain

Sat out in the streets one cold, dark, stormy night
Sat out in the streets one cold, dark, stormy night
Trying to see if my good gal going to make it home all right

Must've found somethin', Lord have mercy it made her fall
I believe she found somethin', Lord have mercy it made her fall
I stayed out in the street all night and she didn't come home at all

When I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
I said when I die, bury me in a Stetson hat
Tell my good gal I'm gone but I'm still up, standing pat