Dyin’ Flu – Albert Collins

Well, I’m dyin’ with the flu, oh, an’ I don’t know what to do
Well, I’m dyin’ with the flu, oh, an’ I don’t know what to do
Well, my doctor gave me up, he said, “I can’t do no more for you”

Please, call my girlfriend, tell her I’m goin’ on home
Yes, please call my girlfriend, tell her I’m goin’ on home
Yeah, you tell ’em that flu is chillin’, an’ I don’t want her to weep an’ moan
Alright

Well, it’s gettin’ dark, ev’rything seem to fade out
Well, it’s gettin’ dark, ev’ything seem to be fadin’ out
Well, I hate to leave this old world but I found out what dyin’ is all about