Going Down Slow

Going Down Slow - B.B. King

I've had my fun if I don't get well no more

I've had my fun, people, if I don't get well no more

My heath is fallin on me

Yes, and I'm going down slow

I want you to write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in

Oh please write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in

I want you tell her to pray for me, people

Well, to forgive for my sins

On that next train south, mother

You can look for my clothes on

On that next train south, mother

You can look for my clothes on

If you don't see the say body

You can do that more

Yes, I had my fun, mother, this is all in prayers

Yes, I had my fun, people, mother, this is all in prayers

Yes, if you don't see this old body, mother

You know I'm gone out of this world somewhere