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Well I'm dyin' with the flu, oh, an' I don't know what to doWell I'm dyin' with the flu, oh, an' I don't know what to doWell 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 homeYes, please call my girlfriend, tell her I'm goin' on homeYeah, you tell 'em that flu is chillin', an' I don't want her to weep an' moanAlrightWell it's gettin' dark, ev'rything seem to fade outWell it's gettin' dark, ev'ything seem to be fadin' outWell I hate to leave this old world but I found out what dyin' is all about
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"Dyin' Flu" as written by Albert Collins
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