1929 pretty women, men are dying Call the nurse Call the doctor Call the priest
Because they killed the rich and poor And they'll surely kill us all If we don't turn away from our shame Hospital I lie and I know I'll surely die But I don't want to die Please don't die The Memphis Flu is in our bed And it will surely kill us dead If we don't turn away from our shame I got Memphis flu
And the priest is in my room and he sings my last prayer We're in the Devil's book And he won't need no second look If we don't um turn away from our shame