I got up this morning, put on my shoes. Went down to breakfast. I read the news.
The things I saw made me sick. I knew I had to find the doctor quick.
Cause there's not a lot you can do, once you've got the deathbed blues. Deathbed blues.
The doctor said- I understand. Now stop that crying. Act like a man.
The trouble you've got is not special to you. All the people in the same boat too.
And there's not a thing we can do. The world sings the deathbed blues. Deathbed blues.
Oh, lay me down on a bed of satin. Feed me, like a pig you fatten.
Place a pillow 'neath my head. Pretty soon I'll be dead.
Cause there's not a lot I can do, since I caught the deathbed blues. Deathbed blues.
Now the only thing for me to do is to sing my deathbed blues.