I have had my fun
If I don't get well no more
I have had my fun
Never get well no more
You know my helpless failing
Lords, I'm goin' down slow

Please write to my mama
And tell her the shape I'm in
Please write to my mother
Tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her to pray for me
To forgive me for my sins

On the next train south
Look for my clothes back home
On the next train south
Look for my clothes back home
You know my helpless failing
Lords, I'm goin' down slow