I

was

down

in

Sa

-

van-

nah,

ea-

tin’

cream

and

ba-

nan

-

nas

when

the

heat

just

made

me

faint,

I

be-

gan

to

get

cross

-

eyed,

I

thought

I

was

lost,

I’d

be-

gun

to

see

things

as

they

ain’t.

As

the

rel-

a-

tives

gath

-

ered

to

see

what’s

the

mat

-

ter,

the

doc-

tor

came

to

see

was

I

dy-

in’,

But

the

doc-

tor

said,

"Give

him

Jug

Band

Mu-

sic,

it

seems

to

make

him

feel

just

fine!"

I

was

told

a

lit-

tle

tale

a-

bout

as

skin-

ny

as

a

rail

eight

foot

cow-

boy

with

a

head-

ache,

He

was

hung

up

in

the

des-

ert

swat-

tin’

rats

and

try-

in’

to

get

a

drink

of

wa-

ter

with

his

knees

a

get-

tin’

mud-

caked.

And

I’ll

tell

ya

in

a

sen-

tence

how

he

stum-

bled

in-

to

Mem-

phis,

Tenn-

nes-

see,

hard-

ly

craw-

lin’,

look-

in’

dust

-

baked.

We

gave

him

lit-

tle

wa-

ter,

a

lit-

tle

bit

if

wine.

He

o-

pened

up

his

eyes,

but

they

did-

n’t

seem

to

sjine,

Then

the

doc-

tor

said,

"Give

him

Jug

Band

Mu-

sic,

it

seems

to

make

him

feel

just

fine!"

If

you

fine!"