Men Call The Dr.
Sick and tired as a dog
Hiding out in the fog
But if memory were to burn off the haze
I'd surely be killed in the sun
Showed up in my very best clothes
To meet my foes
Sniffed a trap when the dice rolled
They pretended I wasn't even there
See Mary and Jimmy
Took my share of the money
And I rode east to the diamond mines
To get mine and settle down easy
Sing me a song 'fore I die
I'd be a fool to try
I never could satisfy
And my voices drowned in the sand
They tracked me to the gate
Outflanked my escape
And I fell on that bag of money
Bleedin' out on the stairs
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call, call the doctor
Call the doctor, call the doctor
