Layin' sick, honey, on my bed
I'm layin' sick,honey, on my bed
I'm layin' sick,honey, on my bed
I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead.
In awful pain and deep in misery
Awful pain and deep in misery
Awful pain and deep in misery
I ain't got nobody to come and see about me.
Every dog, baby, got a day
Every dog, baby, got a day
Every dog, baby, got a day
But I said, "Please, don't you treat me this-a way.
"
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad.
He walked away, mumblin’ very low
He walked away, mumblin' very low
He walked away, mumblin' very low
He said, "He may get better but he'll never get well no more.
I hollered :"Lord, oh Lord, Lordy, Lord”.
“Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord”.
“Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord”.
I been so badly misused and treated just like a dog".
I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride
I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride
I got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride.
Now it's a thousand people standin' at my bedside.
You take a stone, you can bruise my bone
You take stone and you can bruise my bone
You take a stone and you can bruise my bone.
But you sure gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone.
I been on the ocean, I been across the sea
Been on the ocean, I been across the sea
Been on the ocean, I been across the sea
I ain't found nobody would feel my sympathy.
I'm layin' sick,honey, on my bed
I'm layin' sick,honey, on my bed
I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead.
In awful pain and deep in misery
Awful pain and deep in misery
Awful pain and deep in misery
I ain't got nobody to come and see about me.
Every dog, baby, got a day
Every dog, baby, got a day
Every dog, baby, got a day
But I said, "Please, don't you treat me this-a way.
"
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad.
He walked away, mumblin’ very low
He walked away, mumblin' very low
He walked away, mumblin' very low
He said, "He may get better but he'll never get well no more.
I hollered :"Lord, oh Lord, Lordy, Lord”.
“Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord”.
“Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord”.
I been so badly misused and treated just like a dog".
I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride
I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride
I got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride.
Now it's a thousand people standin' at my bedside.
You take a stone, you can bruise my bone
You take stone and you can bruise my bone
You take a stone and you can bruise my bone.
But you sure gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone.
I been on the ocean, I been across the sea
Been on the ocean, I been across the sea
Been on the ocean, I been across the sea
I ain't found nobody would feel my sympathy.
Contributed by Pluck - 2025/4/21 - 11:52
Language: English
Trascrizione del testo della versione presentata al Newport Folk Festival - Luglio 1964
SICK BED BLUES
This is a piece that I composed when I was in Tunica in Mississippi in a hospital , on my sick bed, two weeks ago.
Layin' sick,on my bed
I'm layin' down sick,on my bed
I used to have a few friends
But they wished that I were dead.
I got a letter this morning,how you reckon it read?
I got a letter this morning,how you reckon it read?
But I’ve been meditating on what my baby said.
I hollered, Oh Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
I’ve been badly mistreated and misused like a dog.
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad.
He walked away, talkin' very low
He walked away,talkin' very low
He said,: "May get better but he never get well, no mo' “.
This is a piece that I composed when I was in Tunica in Mississippi in a hospital , on my sick bed, two weeks ago.
Layin' sick,on my bed
I'm layin' down sick,on my bed
I used to have a few friends
But they wished that I were dead.
I got a letter this morning,how you reckon it read?
I got a letter this morning,how you reckon it read?
But I’ve been meditating on what my baby said.
I hollered, Oh Lordy, Lord, Lordy, Lord
I’ve been badly mistreated and misused like a dog.
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
The doctor came, lookin' very sad
He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad.
He walked away, talkin' very low
He walked away,talkin' very low
He said,: "May get better but he never get well, no mo' “.
Contributed by Pluck - 2025/4/23 - 05:59
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Blues scritto da Skip James durante la degenza in ospedale per una patologia a prognosi infausta, a Tunica , Mississippi, nel 1964 , poco prima di esibirsi a Newport nel Luglio dello stesso anno.
Senso di solitudine e di abbandono dalle persone più care. Sofferenza per una grave malattia e dolorosi ricordi del suo passato. Sfiducia nel futuro. Queste potrebbero essere alcune parole chiave di questo blues,autentico.
Da segnalare la accorata versione di JR Ella