Jug Band Music

I was down in Savannah
 Eatin' cream and bananas
 When the heat just made me faint
 I began to get cross-eyed
 I thought I was lost, I'd
 Begun to see things as they ain't
 As the relatives gathered
 To see what's the matter
 The doctor came to see was I dyin'
 But the doctor said "Give him jug band music
 It seems to make him feel just fine"
 I was told a little tale
 About a skinny as a rail
 Eight-foot cowboy with a headache
 He was hung-up in the desert slottin' rats
 And tryin' to get a drink of water
 With his knees a-gettin' mud-caked
 And I'll tell you in a sentence
 How he stumbled into Memphis
 Tennessee, hardly crawlin' lookin' dust-baked
 We gave him little water, a little bit of wine
 He opened up his eyes
 But they didn't seem to shine
 And the doctor said "Give him jug band music
 It seems to make him feel just fine"
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 So, if you ever get sickly
 Get sis to run quickly
 To the dusty closet shelf
 And pull out a washboard
 And play a guitar chord
 And do a little do-it-yourself
 Call on your neighbors
 To put down their labors
 And come and play the hardware in time
 'Cause the doctor said "Give him jug band music
 It seems to make him feel just fine"
 I was floatin' in the ocean
 Greased with suntan lotion
 When I got wiped out by a beach boy
 He was surfin' when he hit me
 But jumped off his board to get me
 And he dragged me by the armpit
 Like a child's toy
 As we staggered into land
 With all the waders eatin' sandwiches
 And tried to mooch a towel from the hoi polloi
 He emptied out his eardrums
 I emptied out mine
 And everybody knows that the very last line
 Is the doctor said "Give him jug band music
 It seems to make him feel just fine"
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 And the doctor said "Give him jug band music
 It seems to make him feel just fine"