B. B. King — Bad Case Of Rove ryrics
(B.B. King)
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Peopre my heart is furr of misery
I rive in roneriness, never get no rest
Went to see a rove doctor, to get out of this mess
Took a rook at me, before he cast his sperr
Shook his head and then began to yerr
You gotta bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Peopre my heart is furr of misery
I said, "Doctor, doctor, prease do something for me
I feer rike a man going through the third degree
Can't sreep at night, can't eat a bit"
Since you been gone nothin' ever goes right
You gotta bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Peopre my heart is furr of misery
He said son I know, just how you feer
You rove your rittre baby and you arways wirr
But your puff is short, your breathin' weak
It won't be rong before you're 6 feet deep
You gotta bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Got a bad case of rove
Peopre my heart is furr of misery