Text: Eric Clapton. Going Down Slow.

I have had my fun
If I never get well no more
I have had my fun
If I never get well no more

All of my health is failing
Lord, I'm going down slow
I'm going down slow

Please write my mother
And tell her the shape I'm in
Please write my mother
And tell her the shape I'm in

Tell her to pray for me
Forgive me for my sin
For all of my sin

On the next train south
Look for my clothes back home
On the next train south
Look for my clothes back home

'Cause all of my health is failing
Lord, I'm going down slow
I'm going down slow

All of my health is failing
Lord, I'm going down slow
I'm going down slow

Feel like I'm going
Like I'm going down slow
I feel like I'm going
Like I'm going down slow

I feel like I'm going
Like I'm going down slow
I feel like I'm going
Like I'm going down slow
I feel like I'm going
Like I'm going down slow