Yes, I was a good man, but I was a poor man, you understand.
In a hospital, in Washington D.C. ,
Ain't got nobody, to see about me,
But I was a good man, but I was a poor man; you can understand.
All the doctors, and nurses too
They came and they asked me, "Who in the world are you?"
I said, "I's a good man, but I's a poor man; you can understand."
The doctors and nurses, they shaken my hand,
Said, "Take this poor man, and put him to bed,
Because he's a good man; we know he's a poor man; we can understand."
I didn't go hungry; I had a-plenty to eat.
I had good treatment, and a place to sleep,
Because I was a good man; they knew I was a poor man; they could understand.
I met a little dancer; she promised me
That she would love me, and always be sweet.
She find out I was a poor man, yeah, but I was a good man; she couldn't understand.
Now when she left me, she got in the door,
She waved me goodbye; I haven't seen her no more.
She found out I was a good man; she knew I was a poor man; she couldn't understand.
The doctors and nurses, they shaken my hand,
Say, "You can go home now, Skip; you's a sound well man,
Because you's a good man; you's a poor man; we can understand."
I taken my doctor, and I shaken his hand.
"I'm gon' play these Hospital Blues, 'till you's a wealthy man.
You took me; I's a good man; you knowed I was a poor man; you could understand.
You knowed I was a good man, but I's a poor man; you can understand."
In a hospital, in Washington D.C. ,
Ain't got nobody, to see about me,
But I was a good man, but I was a poor man; you can understand.
All the doctors, and nurses too
They came and they asked me, "Who in the world are you?"
I said, "I's a good man, but I's a poor man; you can understand."
The doctors and nurses, they shaken my hand,
Said, "Take this poor man, and put him to bed,
Because he's a good man; we know he's a poor man; we can understand."
I didn't go hungry; I had a-plenty to eat.
I had good treatment, and a place to sleep,
Because I was a good man; they knew I was a poor man; they could understand.
I met a little dancer; she promised me
That she would love me, and always be sweet.
She find out I was a poor man, yeah, but I was a good man; she couldn't understand.
Now when she left me, she got in the door,
She waved me goodbye; I haven't seen her no more.
She found out I was a good man; she knew I was a poor man; she couldn't understand.
The doctors and nurses, they shaken my hand,
Say, "You can go home now, Skip; you's a sound well man,
Because you's a good man; you's a poor man; we can understand."
I taken my doctor, and I shaken his hand.
"I'm gon' play these Hospital Blues, 'till you's a wealthy man.
You took me; I's a good man; you knowed I was a poor man; you could understand.
You knowed I was a good man, but I's a poor man; you can understand."
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