Текст песни Going Down Slow - Live - Eric Clapton

I have had my fun
I don't get well no more
I have had my fun
I don't get well no more
All of my health is failing
Lord, I'm going down slow
I'm going down

Please write my mother
Tell her the shape I'm in
Please write my mother
Tell her the shape I'm in
You can 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
Well, it's all my fault
I must've did somebody wrong
Did somebody wrong

This is all my fault
I must've did somebody wrong

Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow
Going down, going down slow

Yeah!