Classic Poem

Aching all over
I believe I've got the pneumonia this time
I'm aching all over
believe I got the pneumonia this time
And it's all on account of
that low down gal of mine

Slipping 'round the corner
running up alleys too
I went slipping 'round corners
running up alleys too
Watching my woman
trying to see what she goin' do

Sit down in the street
one cold dark stormy night
I sit down in the street
one dark and stormy night
Trying to see if my good gal
goin' make it home all right

I believe she's found something
that prob'ly made her fall
She must did found something
and I believe it made her fall
I stood out in the cold all night
and she didn't come home at all

Well it's BVD's in the winter
prowling 'round in the rain
Wear BVD's in the winter
prowling 'round in the rain
Last night my baby
give me this pneumonia pain

Now when I die
bury me in a Stetson hat
Oh I say, when I die bury
me in a Stetson hat
Tell my good gal I'm going, but I'm
still a-standing pat