Richard Thompson Sickness And Diseases
I do hate to see a rover riddled in the stones
Now he’s one step nearer to the ground
And I do hate to see a hawker
Broken in the bones
Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down
Everybody’s got the sickness, everybody’s down
Running to the doctor with a pound
Doctor, doctor, do you have a needle
Big enough for me
Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down
My friend Willy—well he looks so ill
His face as white as milk
Everybody runs for miles when he’s in town
He’s got every known disease
And some without a name
Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down
If you want to live to be
A poor man or a prince
Pay good attention when
Evil times abound
Always listen to what your mother said
And stay in bed at night
Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down, pull you down
Sickness and diseases pull you down
